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2012.07.26 05:31 Amberloo Sons and Daughters of the Immaculate Conception

“The holy Rosary is a powerful weapon. Use it with confidence and you’ll be amazed at the results.” St. Josemaria Escriva
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2017.10.28 18:13 SevillanoinAustralia Semana Santa en Sevilla

Hola! Bienvenidos a este subreddit sobre la Semana Santa de Sevilla! - Hi! Welcome to this subreddit dedicated to the Holy Week in Seville!
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2023.06.04 18:46 moishepesach [RO][HR] Sincerely

Sincerely
Ba-doh, ba-doh, ba-doh, ba-doh-ba
Sincerely, oh yes, sincerely
'Cause I love you so dearly, please say you'll be mine
-The Moonglows
Part I - The End
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. If I keep saying it maybe it will be true.
But it was happening. Tough times. Humpty Dumpty times. Out of gas in the desert with no bars times.
And, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse than a Tijuana root canal; she walked in. Out of the sweltering Mexican heat, into the dim bar, she came; the only thing standing between me and the blinding light. I heard a couple of gunshots somewhere in the distance.
I still remember how the sun illuminated my 2pm rise and shine, shit-faced full of no caffeine afternoon after, hair of the dog; tequila shot and beer. Like I said, tough times on the Ponderosa, Hoss.
Every time I think of that moment, I stand transfixed in time. Unable to move, frozen in-place tighter than a suckered kid’s tongue to a Chicago lamppost in a February ice storm. Maggie had long ago won my heart’s devotion only to betray both me, and it, in ways still inconceivable to my sauce pan of a brain.
So, a couple of months ago, my life in post-apocalyptic ruin, I did what any red-blooded American would do; I flew across the border to CDMX to drown my sorrows in tequila and cheap living. And now, incomprehensibly, here she was; back, again like the September monsoon. Had the bitch air tagged me?
It seemed with Maggie my heart’s devotion was not enough. Everything she wanted and received soon became a dull knife; just ain’t cutting. Mags had to have it all, all the time. And I thought she had gotten all of me and more. Who’d think she’d want to pick at the carcass? But inexplicably, there she was like my constant migraine, the one that never really left the base of my skull.
Without a word Mags swooped in close like she missed me and now hadda kiss me.
Then, quicker than lightning showing off, she plunged her delicate-boned hand deep into my chest. She then removed it with even greater alacrity holding it high above her jet-black mane. She waved it for all the bar to see, my still beating corazón in it, color-coordinating against it’s will with her manicure, making what looked like vague Italian gestures.
Nobody in the bar paid us any mind.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but avert my horrified gaze into my now exposed chest cavity, only to witness darkness within darkness gazing back at me.
Heyyyyyy,” a voiceless voice greeted and saluted.
I looked up at Maggie. She took the seat opposite mine. Then reaching over with her free hand commandeered my tequila and knocked it back quick. Her encore was to grab my beer and drain it with all the mud she could muster into my eye. Then, with a satisfied look she dropped the now emptied bottle on the wooden table hard enough to make a thud.
Maggie then met my stare. My cardia beating peripatetically in her freshly manicured right-hand she made an elaborate shrug, her face smug as a tyrant’s fart.
I remembered wondering what the fuck was keeping my cardio so vascular. It sure as fuck wasn’t clean living. Then, that voiceless voice had yet more to say.
“Now what, Spenser?” it asked.
Now, it was now my turn to shrug. Surprisingly, despite being a now certifiably heartless son of a bitch, I, too, had something to say. So, I said it.
“You’re fucking diabolical, Maggie.”
My words of judgment echoed clear, permeating deep into the abyss, then back again at Maggie. She caught my words easier than a kitten catches smiles. She just shrugged again. It was starting to get annoying.
“You ruined me,” I added just to be doing something.
The shrug undulated down from her tan and toned shoulder through her arm, finally coming to a full stop at her finger’s tips.
Waving my heart at me with more vague Italian gestures Mags asked, “How can you be so sure, Spenser?”
Part II – The Middle
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you, please say you'll be mine
...
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. My new mantra wasn’t working.
Six months ago, I thought Maggie was the answer to my dreams.
Swooping down like an angel to shower me with attention and affection. Dinners with wine. Hot sex. More hot sex. No strings attached. Getting to know you pillow talk.
Now, there’s one thing I need to add. I met her through a dating app but as it turned out we both worked for the same nonprofit. We didn’t know each other as it’s a fairly big company but it turned out I supported the code for both her projects. This turned out to be one of many coincidences.
We both hated our jobs. We both liked writing short stories but never could sell a thing despite writing dozens and dozens. We both could dance salsa, on 1 and 2 and loved to hablar en español que no era muy guapo.
We both wanted to run away to Mexico city and live the Bohemian life.
Coincidences like we both grew up in NYC and had issues with our respective families of origin. And while she was Chinese-American and I was Russian-American both our fathers were born in the same year and were obsessed with Woody Allen. We both had much younger siblings we didn’t speak to.
Yeah, we had both grown up with weak fathers and selfish narcissistic mothers in common. And worser still, we had both experienced unstable living situations in high school. In my case, I was kicked out of the house for smoking weed.
In Maggie’s case, I never really was sure what went down but the best I could get out of her was at 13 she got pissed at her mom for cheating on her dad and left the house with nowhere to go. She ended up with family friends or relatives but the details were always murky and I was not the nosey type.
Her words to me were, “My mother’s emotional IQ is low. I raised myself.”
Impressively, she had made it through the Ivy League and seemed to be someone down to earth I could spend time with. But truth be told from the minute I saw her profile picture I was hotter than a Texas chili sprout for her.
It was some kind of primal attraction I thought I was long past entertaining. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t love. It was like the thought of coming home to a family I never knew I had or that even could exist.
This shit made old me feel like young me again. But, as oft is the case in life, there was a problem. I was old, broke and probably about to lose my job. I was in IT and I was having problems with my manager being a psychopath; for reals.
It wasn’t mere conjecture as he had a reputation of getting people fired, or worse, making their lives so miserable they would quit; even with no prospects. I had been the focus of his sabotaging efforts and it had been having a bad effect on my mental and physical well-being.
This had taken a turn for the worse and I was catching a lot of passive aggressive hostility on the project Maggie supported.
Anyway, she was the bright spot in my otherwise mostly solitary and emotionally bleak life. And she lived nearby. She had an ex and kids and shared custody but I never met them and she didn’t really talk much about it except to say once, “You should need a license to have kids.”
I never had quite known what to make of some of the things she said, but like I said, I was under her spell. And I liked it.
And the icing on top? I had a dominant kinky side and that was a fire Maggie poured gasoline on every chance she got. She was worse than an arsonist in Underoo Town.
One weird thing about Mags was her knitting habit. If we weren’t fucking or eating she was knitting. Even at restaurants and bars.
One day in November, with the sun golden in a sky so blue you thought you could touch it I asked, “What are you knitting?”
Maggie gave me a wry look. She got out of her chair and seemed to be examining my bald head which I had shaved just that morning.
“A hat,” she replied.
But as the holidays rolled around things started to change. One Sunday morning as we were having coffee Maggie looked around the crowded steamy café.
“Everybody’s hooking up for the holidays,” she remarked.
I didn’t really know what to do with that one so I let it be.
But as the days went on there was a change in the weather. Fewer texts. Less sex. Maggie going out of town to some vague destination. Sending me sexy pictures of herself in Santa outfits after I caught the flu during Christmas.
A few days after Christmas I got a text late one night.
“Is it okay if I come by?”
“Very okay,” was my reply.
Maggie showed up with chocolate, red wine and the hat she had been knitting. Orange Afghani wool softer than a golden retriever’s fur. She put the hat on my head and then removed all my clothes.
“Let’s celebrate Christmas, Spenser.”
And, we did.
When we were done and lying head-to-head, I said, “I love my hat.”
Maggie said, “I made it especially for you. No matter what, don’t lose it.”
It was another one of those weird Maggie things she said, like, “I used to shoplift,” and shit like that.
I nodded.
“Promise me you’ll hold on to your hat, Spenser.”
“I promise.”
Maggie observed my face, then nodded as if confirming something to herself.
“Okay.”
Then we did that thing again.
That was the pinnacle. Things quickly went downhill for no reason I could discern. Texts unanswered and when answered; kind of abrupt-like. Being unavailable. Stuff with her kids. Time away in Connecticut for some vague reason. After that I began feeling like the weakest card in a gambler’s hand.
But Maggie kept shoe horning me in at odd times, giving me just enough crumbs to keep me on the hook. And as we rode the roller coaster down everything always seemed to center around alcohol. And sex. More and more debauched sex. Finally, by New Year’s Eve things were getting straight-up weird no chaser.
“You know that thing we talked about?”
By her tone I knew what she meant. I nodded cautiously.
“You want to try it?”
Maggie dropped a smile on me that would have had the serpent in the garden applying for unemployment.
“Yes,” she said.
So, we did.
I thought I had been imagining things. I thought we were back at the pinnacle. I could feel the love drug course through my veins. Things couldn’t be better. Or, so I thought.
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
The Following Monday
The next Monday I was called into what turned out to be the most fucking bizarre moment of my fifty-eight years on this planet; and I’ve had some bizarre fucking moments growing up in south Brooklyn in the 1970’s; believe you me.
The company’s CIO, compliance officer, head of legal, head of HR and my evil manager, Conte Rugen were all in attendance, cameras ROLLING.
It appears I was being dismissed after 8 years loyal service for sexual assault, extortion, harassment, hate speech, insults to farm animals and every fucking other offense against God and man one could commit in these holiest of holy United States of America.
And just who had I… who had I.. victimized? Who had I preyed upon? Harassed? Gone full nutso on?
Maggie.
They had the goods. Recordings. Video. Ropes. Whips. Chains. Bad Spanglish. Maggie screaming, “No, papi! No!!!!”
I believe I was, what is known in legal parlance as, summarily fucked.
Nobody wanted to hear my side. How things were taken out of context. Things we had mutually consented to out of exciting and bonding trust and exploration.
“Did I have consent agreement?” I parroted back in shock to the head of legal.
“Did you get one when you fucked your mother in the ass before she shat you out?” I added just to keep my mouth from puking.
I was in bombshell shock. Maggie was my angel. Our situationship was supposed to be fucking healing from our abused childhoods and here I am now some kind of Tarantinoesque, Mr. Fucking Rapist? And my fucking manager once bragging about throwing a cat out a window when he was a juvenile delinquent?!?
There would be charges pressed. I would need an attorney. I might be arrested.
And it all happened faster than you can say, “Blue Monday, How I hate Blue Monday”.
And then Maggie sued the company. Take no fucking prisoners, Maggie. Disco-fucking-inferno burn that mother down we don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn Maggie. I wondered if her ex had been left on food stamps after the divorce.
A few months and my life savings and retirement account after that the criminal case got pleaded down to misdemeanor assault and I was able to arbitrate with my employer and Maggie’s lawyer leaving me with some clothes, my passport and precisely enough plastic to fly into the sweltering Mexican heat. So, fly into it I did.
Part III – The Beginning
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you, please say you'll be mine
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
She doesn't want me
But I'll never never never never let her go
...
“I wish you’d stop waving that thing at me,” I said gesturing at my heart with my chin.
“You’re still upset,” Maggie said. It wasn’t a question.
“You fucking abused me. You fucking eviscerated me. Yeah, you could say I’m a little perturbed.”
“But you’re still wearing the hat,” she said smiling.
“It’s a bad ass hat,” I said. It was after all. Why cut off your nose to spite your face?
“I put a lot of time and thought into it,” she said. My heart continued to beat in her hand.
...
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
She doesn't want me
But I'll never never never never let her go
...
“Look,” she said waving my heart at me.
“I really wish you wouldn’t wave that around like that.”
The voice in the abyss in my chest spoke. It said, “Wait for it.”
Maggie said, “Spenser, you poor fucking sap. You hate your fucking job. You try to do the right fucking thing and speak up and you get kicked around like a dog. You try to love hard and you get beat up and left in an alley. You try to write books and start businesses and you end up bankrupt or dead.
And now look at you! You don’t have a care in the fucking world. You don’t have a shitty job. You are in beautiful Mexico City with the girl of your dreams. You say your heart was hardened? Well, I say it feels pretty fucking soft and sweet to me. Like the hat I knitted you. With the pom pom. And you know what?”
“What?” I heard myself murmur?
The abyss in my chest said, “Yeah, what?”
“Well, one the fucking pom pom has a beacon so I knew where you were the whole fucking time you sap. So I can tell you this true. And I will. So here I am in fucking Mexico sweating my tits off. And I am telling you this," she said nodding at my cardio, "is a very good heart. And I am putting it back where it belongs.
There is nothing wrong with it and now nobody can hurt it again. And if you want to write a book now you have something, and someone,” she added with a wry smile, “to write about.”
Then lightning quick Maggie put it back in my chest and removing her hand made a quick flourish gesturing for the waitress.
“Botella de tequila, por favor!”
I looked down at my chest. Everything seemed to be the way it had been before she ripped out my heart. Only different.
I was about to speak. Maggie raised a hand.
The waitress appeared like a wraith and put down a bottle of Don Julio and two fresh shot glasses and two cold ones.
Maggie poured two shots and pushed one at me with the hand that had been holding my cardio captive. She then fished around in her pocket and found her phone.
“What the fuck, right," that's what your thinking, Spenser. Yeah, what the fuck is right. Look at this baby boy,” she said and then pushed her phone next to the shot glass.
I was looking at what appeared to be a bank balance that appeared ready, willing and able to face fuck an extraordinarily tall giraffe. I felt the migraine disappear like a bad dream.
Maggie gave me a wry smile.
She pushed the shot glass closer to me and picked hers up. I felt my elbow bending. It felt okay.
She tilted her shot at me and said, "Here's looking at you, kid," and took the shot. I drank mine.
We put our glasses down.
“You can negotiate anything," she said, then added, "sincerely.”
And then, then she kissed me.
Oh say you'll be mine
Oo-eee, oo-eee-oo, ooi-ooi-ooo
Sincerely
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2023.06.04 14:42 TheRedLionPassant Happy Holy Trinity Sunday!

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2023.06.04 11:20 TNCNow Sunday Reflections 4 June 2023

Sunday Reflections 4 June 2023
Sunday Reflections 4 June 2023
By: Fr. Ricky Cañet Montañez, AA

HOMILY: Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity (Basic Ecclesial Community BEC Sunday)
John 3:16-18

LOVE: Essence of the Trinitarian Life

Today is the Solemnity of the Holy Trinity. We give special honour to the Trinitarian God we name in the sign of the cross. We believe there are Three Divine Persons in One God, but it is not something we can really explain, can we? The dogma of the Trinity is difficult God-talk and it is not easy to understand. I remember some of us praying before our comprehensive exam in Theology not to be asked a lot about the Trinity. Although we want to avoid talking about it, we cannot ignore it for it is the central mystery of our faith and the source of our own life and holiness as Christians.

I am most certain that despite my attempt to help make sense of this Dogma, it still leaves many questions unanswered and it perhaps creates even more questions. This is however the reality of a Divine Mystery. We allow God to reveal Himself to us in moments of our life — not necessarily the defining moments, but even in the quiet seemingly insignificant moments — such as when we quietly cross ourselves when passing a church or before we go to sleep at night. Today we pray that God will increase our faith and keep us attuned to His gentle proddings to encounter Him as Father or Son or Holy Spirit.
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2023.06.04 10:39 IrinaSophia Sunday of Holy Pentecost

The Feast of Holy Pentecost is celebrated each year on the fiftieth day after the Great and Holy Feast of Pascha (Easter) and ten days after the Feast of the Ascension of Christ. The Feast is always celebrated on a Sunday.
The Feast commemorates the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles on the day of Pentecost, a feast of the Jewish tradition. It also celebrates the establishment of the Church through the preaching of the Apostles and the baptism of the thousands who on that day believed in the Gospel message of salvation through Jesus Christ. The Feast is also seen as the culmination of the revelation of the Holy Trinity.
The story of Pentecost is found in the book of The Acts of the Apostles. In Chapter two we are told that the Apostles of our Lord were gathered together in one place. Suddenly, a sound came from heaven like a rushing wind, filling the entire house where they were sitting. Then, tongues of fire appeared, and one sat upon each one of Apostles. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages as directed by the Spirit (Acts 2:1-4).
This miraculous event occurred on the Jewish Feast of Pentecost, celebrated by the Jews on the fiftieth day after the Passover as the culmination of the Feast of Weeks (Exodus 34:22; Deuteronomy 16:10). The Feast of Weeks began on the third day after the Passover with the presentation of the first harvest sheaves to God, and it concluded on Pentecost with the offering of two loaves of unleavened bread, representing the first products of the harvest (Leviticus 23:17-20; Deuteronomy 16:9-10).
Since the Jewish Feast of Pentecost was a great pilgrimage feast, many people from throughout the Roman Empire were gathered in Jerusalem on this day. When the people in Jerusalem heard the sound, they came together and heard their own languages being spoken by the Apostles (Acts 2:5-6). The people were amazed, knowing that some of those speaking were Galileans, and not men who would normally speak many different languages. They wondered what this meant, and some even thought the Apostles were drunk (Acts 2:7-13).
Peter, hearing these remarks, stood up and addressed the crowd. He preached to the people regarding the Old Testament prophecies about the coming of the Holy Spirit. He spoke about Jesus Christ and His death and glorious Resurrection. Great conviction fell upon the people, and they asked the Apostles, "What shall we do?" Peter said to them, "Repent, and let every one of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit" (Acts 2:38-39).
The Bible records that on that day about three thousand were baptized. Following, the book of Acts states that the newly baptized continued daily to hear the teaching of the Apostles, as the early Christians met together for fellowship, the breaking of bread, and for prayer. Many wonderful signs and miracles were done through the Apostles, and the Lord added to the Church daily those who were being saved (Acts 2:42-47).
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2023.06.04 10:37 IrinaSophia Sunday of Holy Pentecost

The Feast of Holy Pentecost is celebrated each year on the fiftieth day after the Great and Holy Feast of Pascha (Easter) and ten days after the Feast of the Ascension of Christ. The Feast is always celebrated on a Sunday.
The Feast commemorates the descent of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles on the day of Pentecost, a feast of the Jewish tradition. It also celebrates the establishment of the Church through the preaching of the Apostles and the baptism of the thousands who on that day believed in the Gospel message of salvation through Jesus Christ. The Feast is also seen as the culmination of the revelation of the Holy Trinity.
The story of Pentecost is found in the book of The Acts of the Apostles. In Chapter two we are told that the Apostles of our Lord were gathered together in one place. Suddenly, a sound came from heaven like a rushing wind, filling the entire house where they were sitting. Then, tongues of fire appeared, and one sat upon each one of Apostles. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages as directed by the Spirit (Acts 2:1-4).
This miraculous event occurred on the Jewish Feast of Pentecost, celebrated by the Jews on the fiftieth day after the Passover as the culmination of the Feast of Weeks (Exodus 34:22; Deuteronomy 16:10). The Feast of Weeks began on the third day after the Passover with the presentation of the first harvest sheaves to God, and it concluded on Pentecost with the offering of two loaves of unleavened bread, representing the first products of the harvest (Leviticus 23:17-20; Deuteronomy 16:9-10).
Since the Jewish Feast of Pentecost was a great pilgrimage feast, many people from throughout the Roman Empire were gathered in Jerusalem on this day. When the people in Jerusalem heard the sound, they came together and heard their own languages being spoken by the Apostles (Acts 2:5-6). The people were amazed, knowing that some of those speaking were Galileans, and not men who would normally speak many different languages. They wondered what this meant, and some even thought the Apostles were drunk (Acts 2:7-13).
Peter, hearing these remarks, stood up and addressed the crowd. He preached to the people regarding the Old Testament prophecies about the coming of the Holy Spirit. He spoke about Jesus Christ and His death and glorious Resurrection. Great conviction fell upon the people, and they asked the Apostles, "What shall we do?" Peter said to them, "Repent, and let every one of you be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins; and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit" (Acts 2:38-39).
The Bible records that on that day about three thousand were baptized. Following, the book of Acts states that the newly baptized continued daily to hear the teaching of the Apostles, as the early Christians met together for fellowship, the breaking of bread, and for prayer. Many wonderful signs and miracles were done through the Apostles, and the Lord added to the Church daily those who were being saved (Acts 2:42-47).
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2023.06.04 08:32 vinodprochia5154 𝟰 -𝟲-𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 🔴𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲

𝟰 -𝟲-𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 🔴𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗦𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 submitted by vinodprochia5154 to u/vinodprochia5154 [link] [comments]


2023.06.04 08:13 bobkairos Was the yearbook cancelled because they could see the decline on the horizon?

Tl;Dr - Did they stop producing the yearbook because they could foresee the Borg declining and they wanted to hide the evidence?
The JW yearbook would contain stories from around the world of how Jehooba's holy spirit was causing people to learn "the Truth", uncanny and implausible anecdotes of how jdubs tried to share the"good news", were thwarted in their attempts, then unexpectedly won out and their message was accepted. The end of each story was always positive. The person either became a JW, or the official said something positive about them, etc. It was all impossible to verify but was supposed to show great evidence that Jehooba was guiding the work.
There would also be sections focusing on particular countries and how JW got started there and how it has progressed into many thousands of JWs today.
The last part was the worldwide report, the number of congregations, people baptized, and hours spent preaching in each land and the totals. The increase year on year was supposed to be powerful evidence that Jehooba was"speeding up the work" before Armageddon.
The worldwide report was also added to the WT study and a Sunday meeting was themed around poring over the figures to see the progress.
Then in 2017, they stopped producing the yearbook, just releasing the figures to the website. The report is no longer part of the WT study. Why? Do you think they could see that the trend was heading towards decline and they were going to have to bury the report? This year the figures were released very late and sandwiched between two "exciting announcements" about pioneer hours and new GB members. The report itself was terrible, a decrease in the number of congregations, hours and bible studies.
Did they realise that they aren't going to be able to brag about their figures any more because they could see the Borg entering a period of decline?
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2023.06.04 08:05 Said-A-Funny My Skyrim experience

I'll preface this by saying that I'm a young'n. I won't specify my age, just for the sake of privacy. Skyrim has been a huge influence on my life and I thought it would be cool to share for anyone bored enough to read a glorified "little gamer's autobiography" on Reddit. I'm sure I'm remembering some of this wrong, but the timeline by itself should be pretty exact.
I was about 7 at the time, if my memory serves me. Close estimate at worst. As a little guy I was into a lot of stuff, and usually every 2 weeks I would switch topics I was unreasonably obsessed with. Usually the cycle would be Marvel, Cthulhu, werewolves, DC, Predator (the movies and the few games - way too young to be into something like that but it's an interest that remains to this day), stuff like that. During the werewolf phase of this cycle, I went to my dear mom (as you do) to ask her if she knew any werewolf games. After a few instances of this question, she said something along the lines of "well, you can turn into a werewolf in Skyrim". This little answer set off a very important chain of events. One thing led to another, and I ended up with Skyrim on my Xbox 360 on my stupid little box TV. Don't be fooled, this was when the PS4 and Xbox 1 were well into the modern gaming zeitgeist, my family was just really poor at the time. The PS3 and the aforementioned 360 were my consoles. 360 was a hand-me-down from my uncle and the PS3 was an old one of my parents. These were not my first, I played the Wii-U a fair bit and Wii-bowling was my introduction to videogames. Back to the meat and potatoes, Skyrim. I watched a video on my PS3 a few days before on the little box TV, some guy in a little bunch of glaciers in Skyrim turns into a werewolf to fight an enemy I can't remember. This lit up my brain like a wildfire. I immediately fired it up on the 360, one of the probably three games I had on it at the time. It was my secondary console. I played my heart out on the little thing, with only one character. He had my name. Werewolf, ring of Hircine, heavy armor, greatsword, which is what I'd guess is the exemplary character for a 7-year-old Skyrim boy. In my time on the 360, me and my parents ended up moving into a trailer park somewhere else. I never really made it to the end of any of the questlines, and from memory, my playthrough ended without the main quest pursued or any other faction questline for that matter, the College of Winterhold being the exception for reasons I'll give in a second. My most vivid memory of Skyrim at this age goes like so: I'm sitting crisscross applesauce probably only a foot away from this low-quality box TV. A few days before I had discovered that there was a magic forge under Winterhold, and you could do a glitch where you could make Daedric armor without consuming the ingredients if you grabbed them from the box quick enough. Little me was (and still is) obsessed with looking cool in videogames. Daedric armor was my holy grail as a little guy. I instantly pursued the College of Winterhold, and I can't remember this part well but I know there's some way to summon a Daedra on top of the college or something like that - I did that. Killed the Daedra, got a heart so I could forge the armor. After a bunch of time getting the ingredients, I made my way to the forge. I was there, about to put the ingredients in, when my parents are going out the door to the grocery store. (I was in the living room playing. I didn't have a room in that trailer, only really a mattress in my dad's room which I sometimes slept on. I usually took the couch in the living room so I could watch TV instead of his laptop.) My mom asks me "hey, do you want to come to the grocery store with us?" I'm too engrossed in the game and just kind of wave them away. While they're gone I forge a two sets of Daedric armor (with a bunch of save-scumming and error) under the college, one for me and one for my follower, and I am happier than ever. I killed a few enemies in the snow (with my still iron weapons) and B-A Daedric armor. My memory gets fuzzy at this point. I either kept playing for a while or quit close to there. Not important.
Christmas comes and my grandpa buys me a PS4. I stay on that for a while, not playing Skyrim. Soon after, my grandpa buys an Xbox 1.. FOR HIMSELF. Specifically to play PUBG on. He liked PUBG a lot, then. (He's not dead. He just plays other games now. Me and him used to co-op Halo and stuff, but now he's more into mobile games because he's old.) He didn't like PUBG on the Xbox, so he gave it to me. Glorious rediscovery of Skyrim begins a few years later. Mods. My favorite mod at that point was the ported Predator mod (because as I said earlier, loved Predator, still do). Played that for hundreds of hours. Had other playthroughs, too, without the Predator mod. Some were mages, rogues, warriors, I really branched out. I was into the roleplay of it. A lot. Once again, my memory kind of fails me here. I don't have many stand-out experiences from that time period, though I do remember being on voice chat with my friend Joe a lot while playing the game and sometimes broadcasting to him from the now-dead broadcasting thing I forget the name of. Good times. Heavily modded times. Hundreds of hours into Skyrim. Loved every second. What's weird, though, is I still never pursued any of the factions really. Didn't pursue the main quest. I do vividly remember completing the DB questline and being in absolute awe. I loved that. I remember sitting on the couch during one of the important parts of that questline (which I wont specify for spoiler's sake I guess) and I called my mom in to watch because I was so excited. Skyrim is a beautiful thing.
A few years later, my entire family pitches in to buy me a wicked PC and gaming chair. Still have the PC, chair broke a while ago. I play my fair share of Steam games that I could finally play after watching YouTube videos on them for years. Absolute bliss. Then.. another glorious rediscovery of Skyrim. With better mods, too. I decided to go with Oldrim for some weird reason. One of my friends showed me a mod he made as an add-on to another one I frequently used and I really loved it. That was like, the only reason I went with Oldrim. Still have that mod, still use it. Won't specify the mod for privacy's sake. Still played with the Predator mod very frequently, still do, but loved it more because the PC version has way more stuff. Bunches and bunches of playthroughs, around 100 mods, life's good. I make a character named Orrid, a Redguard, who practices the old Yokudan art of Sword-singing. He's still my main character and I'm still going through with roleplay and story arcs galore.
My mom separates from my dad. They don't get divorced, but feel like they'd be happier if they lived in separate houses and just visited each other very frequently. Don't mean to get too real, but it's mildly important. All three of us are still happy, and I have a sister now. She used to annoy me at the other trailer, but now I have an actual room in my apartment and she doesn't bother me 24/7 like usual. Back to Skyrim! I keep playing at the new apartment. It's actually running right now, in my room, in my apartment. Still going with Orrid, having a grand old time. I recently got my mom back into Skyrim on HER Xbox 1.
I go to church. I live in Southeast North America, you kind of have to go to church here. I'm in a youth group, and we have a videogame room. This paragraph happened a week or so ago. We play the Nintendo Switch, mostly Mario Kart (which I destroy everyone at). The pastor broke out Skyrim. I played Skyrim a couple times, but me and the pastor both kind of realized it couldn't go on because it was single player and with me destroying everyone at Mario Kart and the single player game combined nobody really dwelled there but me. It might as well have been my own little plane of Oblivion. I had a character named Orc Masterson, with the intent to actually do the main questline. At some point, the pastor comes to me and tells me he's gonna have to take the game off the list for the greater good. I agree. I'm about to leave the building, because it was post-lesson time, but pastor's quickly disconnecting the Switch and its charger. He runs up to me with the little thing. "Said-A-Funny, take the switch. Beat the game by next Sunday as Orc Masterson, do me proud." He knows I've never finished the main quest. He's as big a nerd as me, and plays Skyrim too. I initially declined taking the Switch, because I felt like I was inconveniencing him, but he INSISTED. I walked out, the Switch freeze-framed on me about to fight Mirmulnir. I decide to take this challenge as seriously as possible. It's the last few weeks of school, and every day I get back, instead of playing Skyrim on my PC as Orrid, I play Skyrim on my loaned Switch as Orc Masterson. I realize the family's going to the beach and I'll have to have an extension on my Orc Masterson challenge time. He obliges.
Last Wednesday, at the beach. I beat the main questline of Skyrim for the first time in my life. I sent a text to my pastor, and I did him proud. I'm going to return the Switch and its charger today at the church function. Level 20, Orc Masterson. A Skyrim character devoted to my pastor.
To close out, I've played Skyrim for a lot of my life and will continue to play for a lot more. My pastor will too. I love the game, always have, and I find it really funny how the game has followed me from console to console, house to house, grade to grade. One of two decorations in my new room is a tiny Skyrim poster my grandpa put up himself.
What a game.
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2023.06.04 05:56 Riprex Just Byzantium things

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2023.06.04 05:47 clonetrooper250 1d100 Local Laws adventurers might not encounter elsewhere

Let's given even small communities a bit more flavor and personality with laws, ordinances, or practices that may be unique to that community. Each one will reflect the community in some way, their values or history. Maybe these laws will be relevant to local quests, maybe they won't, maybe it will help the players remember certain locations just because of an NPC insisting upon a local law. I like to think this can make a world feel a bit more alive rather just a collection of nondescript locations on map.
Most of mine are just general types of laws, but if you want to get real specific you ideas of your own, that works too. Get creative, heck get weird with it.
  1. Search upon entry; Weapons tax: Gates are at each entrance of the walled community, guards will search any unknown traveler for contraband before allowing them to enter. Travelers are allowed to keep any declared weapons for the sake of personal defense, but will pay a minor fee for entry. Any weapons considered to be excessive (Large weapons like Warhammers and tridents, anything explosive, anything that's visibly magical in nature and is suspected to be particularly dangerous) will not be allowed within the community. Such items can be stored at a local guardhouse for a minor fee for travelers to collect upon leaving the city. Anyone caught with such items inside the city, or anyone found not to have declared their weapons upon entering, face arrest, heavy fines, and possible expulsion.
  2. Ordinance against public intoxication: Local Taverns within the community cannot sell more than two drinks to a patron (excluding locals) unless they have already booked accomadations at the tavern or at an inn (inns will offer a one day ticket to those who book as proof of accomadations). This is to prevent travellers from becoming too drunk and causing chaos in town. If a bar patron has become noticably drunk or unruly, the bouncer can drag them to their rooms to sleep it off. Anyone who manages to sidestep this system risks being arrested and dragged to the local drunk tank. Heavy fees may incur hereafter.
  3. Ordinace for appropriate dress during religious occasions: A specified day of the week is considered the Holy Day for the community's prominent religion. Neither locals nor travelers are required to take part in religious ceremonies, but they are forbidden from wearing a specific color, style of clothing, or certain symbols on those holy days (example; Sundays are considered "Days of Life" at the local church, townsfolk are forbidden from wearing the color black or anything bearing a skull motif within the town) Locals risk arrest and fines for violation, travelers are issued warnings and will be asked to change their garb. If the traveler has no appropriate garb to wear, the local church or temple will offer them their representative garb (temple robes, etc.) in exchange for attending the day's religious ceremony.
  4. Curious ban of an innocuous item or substance: The community has an odd history that includes a specific incident that locals warn you NOT to ask about, they only inform you that it concerns a specific item or substance. Alternatively, said items may be banned for local superstition. (example; The "Noodle Incident" led to noodle-based food being banned within the community). Other examples may include Hourglasses, Hats made from hay or grass, scrolls of paper exceeding 15ft in length, cooking pots or dishware made of pewter, a specific kind of cheese, or anything that is a specific shade of yellow.
  5. Tax on Mages or magical items: The community has a distinct dislike or fear of magic, possibly excluding anything not tied to a local religion. An individual thought or known to be capable of casting spells or otherwize using magic must pay a hefty tax upon entering the community, and any accomadations to stay in the city will also incur a hefty tax. Individuals who have been found to have concealed their magic abilities will be arrested, possibly expelled, or even maybe executed. An exception will be made for any mage bearing an invitation or writ of permission to practice magic from a local leader.
  6. Ban of Certain Religious practices: The Community has outright banned practice of some organized religions, their ceremonies, relics, and garb worn by those who would practice. This might include things like Demon Worship, Cults devoted to a Great Old One deity, Ritualistic Necromancy, Dangerous Witchcraft, anything that involves the slaughter or sacrifice of sentient creatures, etc.
  7. Supremacy of a Specific religion: (#6 most likely applies in these cases as well) If the community is a zealotry, they man ban or persecute anyone or anything that conflicts with their own religion. Other laws in this community will likely be reflections of thier holy texts or traditions. These may not always be radicalist communities, but will at least arrest or expel any practicers of other religions, as well as confiscate any religious artifacts. Whether this means 'non-beleivers' will not be tolerated under any circumstances, or if open-practice of other religions is simply not allowed will depend on the community.
  8. Tax on travelers or trade from certain locations: The community may have a prejudice towards another community, whether this is simply a local rivalry, or the result of a long-going war between their respective countries. Travelers who are known citizens of specific places may be charged a sizable entry fee upon entering the community, or they may be barred from entry outright. Tariffs may also exist on trade from these locations, which in effect raises prices significantly even on essential goods.
  9. PORRIDGE FOR EVERYONE!: EVERYONE ENTERING THE CITY OR LIVING HERE MUST EAT THE PORRIDGE! ALL DAY! EVERY DAY! IT'S DELICIOUS! EVERYONE COME GET YOUR PORRIDGE ITS ALL YOU'LL EVER NEED! AHAHAHAHAHAH! PORRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!
  10. Permanent ban on Porridge: Porridge of any type has been banned within this community. Do not eat the porridge, do not bring the porridge into the community. Do not let anyone known to have eaten the porridge into the city, this includes former citizens, friends, or even family members. Do not speak about the porridge to outsiders. Don't let this ever happen again.
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2023.06.04 05:18 rickterenzisrick Santissima Trinità (Holy Trinity). The first Sunday after Pentecost. Tommaso di Ser Giovanni di Mòne di Andreuccio Cassài, detto Masaccio, "Santissima Trinità" (Holy Trinity). Fresco, 1427. Basilica di Santa Maria Novella, Firenze.

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2023.06.04 03:29 Cg0340 My husband is Christian but is not very obedient.

I am having a hard time dealing with my husband who has a very hot temper at the smallest things and yells at me constantly if things upset him. He curses a lot throughout the day especially when he’s mad the f bombs. Strong outbursts like he cannot control his emotions. He smokes a lot of marijuana and thinks he does not need to repent for it or stop using it. Yet he’s always seeking prayer from people at church and has even admitted he is the one who sometimes says we need a divorce to our fellow brothers at church. They gave advice and told him to be in the word more and speak in tongues. He hasn’t done any of those things as of yet. I pray for him all the time for the Holy Spirit to come upon him but nothing changes. It is a priority for him to listen to gospel music and attend church every Sunday. I just don’t understand what to do. I know God wouldn’t want me to get a divorce because I made a covenant with this man. But I ask myself what am I doing putting up with his behavior. Also he gets upset if I bring up having children he is 20 years older than me. He brushes me off and has a look of distaste and says I don’t know what you’re expecting I’m never having a child with you. Am I wrong to feel like this was a mistake in marrying this man? I feel guilty and hurt at the same time.
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2023.06.04 02:18 Horatius_Flaccus A list of public domain hymns, sorted by page number

A list of public domain hymns, sorted by page number
1 Morning Breaks--The
2 Spirit of God--The
3 Now Let Us Rejoice
4 Truth Eternal
5 High on the Mountain Top
6 Redeemer of Israel
7 Israel--Israel--God Is Calling
10 Come--Sing to the Lord
11 What Was witnessed in the Heavens?
13 An Angel from on High
16 What Glorious Scenes Mine Eyes Behold
17 Awake--Ye Saints of God--Awake!
18 Voice of God Again Is Heard--The
19 We Thank Thee--O God--for a Prophet
23 We Ever Pray for Thee
25 Now We’ll Sing with One Accord
26 Joseph Smith’s First Prayer
27 Praise to the Man
29 A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
30 Come--Come Ye Saints
31 O God--Our Help in Ages Past
32 Happy Day at Last Has Come--The
33 Our Mountain Home So Dear
34 O Ye Mountains High
35 For the Strength of the Hills
37 Wintry Day--Descending to Its Close--The
38 Come--All Ye Saints of Zion
40 Arise--O Glorious Zion
41 Let Zion in Her Beauty Rise
42 Hail to the Brightness of Zion’s Glad Morning!
43 Zion Stands with Hills Surrounded
44 Beautiful Zion--Built Above
46 Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken
48 Glorious Things Are Sung of Zion
49 Adam-ondi-Ahman
50 Come--Thou Glorious Day of Promise
52 Day Dawn Is Breaking--The
55 Lo--the Mighty God Appearing!
58 Come--Ye Children of the Lord
59 Come--O Thou King of Kings
60 Battle Hymn of the Republic
61 Raise Your Voices to the Lord
65 Come--All Ye Saints Who Dwell on Earth
66 Rejoice--the Lord is King!
67 Glory to God on High
68 A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
69 All Glory--Laud--and Honor
70 Sing Praise to Him
72 Praise to the Lord--the Almighty
74 Praise Ye the Lord
75 In Hymns of Praise
76 God of Our Fathers--We Come unto Thee
77 Great Is the Lord
78 God of Our Fathers--Whose Almighty Hand
83 Guide Us--O Thou Great Jehovah
84 Faith of Our Fathers
85 How Firm a Foundation
87 God Is Love
88 Great God--Attend While Zion Sings
89 Lord Is My Light--The
90 From All That Dwell below the Skies
91 Father--Thy Children to Thee Now Raise
92 For the Beauty of the Earth
93 Prayer of Thanksgiving
94 Come--Ye Thankful People
95 Now Thank We All Our God
96 Dearest Children--God Is Near You
97 Lead--Kindly Light
98 I Need Thee Every Hour
99 Nearer--Dear Savior--to Thee
100 Nearer--My God--to Thee
101 Guide Me to Thee
102 Jesus--Lover of My Soul
103 Precious Savior--Dear Redeemer
104 Jesus--Savior--Pilot Me
105 Master--the Tempest Is Raging
106 God Speed the Right
107 Lord--Accept Our True Devotion
108 Lord Is My Shepherd--The
109 Lord My Pasture Will Prepare--The
110 Cast Thy Burden upon the Lord
111 Rock of Ages
114 Come unto Him
115 Come--Ye Disconsolate
116 Come--Follow Me
117 Come unto Jesus
118 Ye Simple Souls Who Stray
119 Come--We That Love the Lord
120 Learn on My Ample Arm
121 I’m a Pilgrim--I’m a Stranger
122 Through Deepening Trials
125 How Gentle God’s Commands
126 How Long--O Lord Most Holy and True
127 Does the Journey Seem Long?
131 More Holiness Give Me
132 God Is in His Holy Temple
133 Father in Heaven
136 I Know That My Redeemer Lives
140 Did You Think to Pray?
141 Jesus--the Very Thought of Thee
142 Sweet Hour of Prayer
143 Let the Holy Spirit Guide
144 Secret Prayer
145 Prayer Is the Soul’s Sincere Desire
146 Gently Raise the Sacred Strain
147 Sweet Is the Work
149 As the Dew from Heaven Distilling
150 O Thou Kind and Gracious Father
152 God Be with You Till We Meet Again
153 Lord--We Ask Thee Ere We Part
156 Sing We Now at Parting
158 Before Thee--Lord--I Bow My Head
159 Now the Day is Over
160 Softly Now the Light of Day
161 Lord Be with Us--The
163 Lord--Dismiss Us with Thy Blessing
164 Great God--to Thee My Evening Song
165 Abide with me; ‘Tis Eventide
166 Abide with Me!
167 Come--Let Us Sing an Evening Hymn
170 God--Our Father--Hear Us Pray
173 While of These Emblems We Partake
175 O God--the Eternal Father
177 ‘Tis Sweet to Sing the Matchless Love
178 O Lord of Hosts
179 Again--Our Dear Redeeming Lord
180 Father in Heaven--We Do Believe
181 Jesus of Nazareth--Savior and King
182 We’ll Sing All Hail to Jesus’ Name
183 In Remembrance of Thy Suffering
185 Reverently and Meekly Now
186 Again We Meet Around the Board
189 O Thou--Before the World Began
191 Behold the Great Redeemer Die
192 He Died! The Great Redeemer Died
193 I Stand All Amazed
194 There is a Green Hill Far Away
195 How Great the Wisdom and the Love
196 Jesus--Once of Humble Birth
199 He Is Risen!
200 Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
201 Joy to the World
202 Oh--Come--All Ye Faithful
203 Angels We Have Heard on High
204 Silent Night
205 Once in Royal David’s City
207 It Came upon the Midnight Clear
208 O Little Town of Bethlehem
209 Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
210 With Wondering Awe
211 While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
212 Far--Far Away on Judea’s Plains
213 First Noel--The
214 I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
216 We Are Sowing
217 Come--Let Us Anew
218 We Give Thee But Thine Own
221 Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd
223 Have I Done Any Good?
224 I Have Work Enough to Do
225 We Are Marching On to Glory
226 Improve the Shining Moments
227 There Is Sunshine in My Soul Today
228 You Can Make the Pathway Bright
229 Today--While the Sun Shines
230 Scatter Sunshine
231 Father--Cheer Our Souls Tonight
232 Let Us Oft Speak Kind Words
233 Nay--Speak No Ill
235 Should You Feel Inclined to Censure
237 Do What Is Right
239 Choose the Right
241 Count Your Blessings
242 Praise God--from Whom All Blessings Flow
243 Let Us All Press On
244 Come Along--Come Along
246 Onward--Christian Soldiers
248 Up Awake--Ye Defenders of Zion
249 Called to Serve
250 We Are All Enlisted
251 Behold! A Royal Army
252 Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel
254 True to the Faith
258 O Thou Rock of Our Salvation
259 Hope of Israel
260 Who’s on the Lord’s Side?
265 Arise--O God--and Shine
266 Time Is Far Spent--The
267 How Wondrous and Great
268 Come--All Whose Souls Are Lighted
269 Jehovah--Lord of Heaven and Earth
270 I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go
271 Oh--Holy Words of Truth and Love
272 Oh Say--What Is Truth?
273 Truth Reflects upon Our Senses
274 Iron Rod--The
276 Come Away to the Sunday School
278 Thanks for the Sabbath School
280 Welcome--Welcome--Sabbath Morning
281 We Meet Again in Sabbath School
283 Glorious Gospel Light Has Shone--The
285 God Moves in a Mysterious Way
286 Oh--What Songs of the Heart
292 O My Father
294 Love at Home
307 In Our Lovely Deseret
312 We Ever Pray for Thee (women)
313 God Is Love (women)
314 How Gentle God’s Commands (women)
315 Jesus--the Very Thought of Thee (women)
316 Lord Is My Shepherd--The (women)
317 Sweet Is the Work (women)
318 Love at Home (women)
319 Ye Elders of Israel (men)
321 Ye Who Are Called to Labor (men)
322 Come--All Ye Sons of God (men)
326 Come--Come--Ye Saints (men)
328 An Angel from on High (men)
330 See--the Mighty Angel Flying (men)
331 Oh Say--What Is Truth? (men)
332 Come--O Thou King of Kings (men)
333 High on the Mountain Top (men)
334 I Need Thee Every Hour (men)
335 Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy (men)
338 America the Beautiful
339 My Country--Tis of Thee
340 Star-Spangled Banner--The
341 God Save the King
323--324 Rise Up--O Men of God
I took this PDF:
https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/bc/content/shared/content/english/pdf/create/public-domain-hymns-hymnbook.pdf
Converted it to text, cleaned it up, put it in a spreadsheet and sorted it. These are public domain, so you could use them in car commercials if you wanted to.
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2023.06.04 02:00 nzzm22 Which track you think i'm sleeping/ missing out on the most?

This a list of tracks i haven't had in my playlist / listened to the least, prob because i didn't fuck with them much on first listens:
Afterlyfe: Now, Watch, Mean Feen, How it go
Lyfe: Killin em, Holy 1
2 Alive: Nvr Again, Jump, Dnt lie, Kant die, Geek High, Luh m, Smooktober, Narcoticz, Call me
Geek Pack: No comment, New Turban, Luv Money
Up 2 Me: Callin me, Let ya know, Told Ya, Got Rich
4L: Jus wokeup, WTF, Prove Sum, Sidewayz, Swerved it, Ok kool, Bed side love, Living hi
Alive: Alwayz Alive, Trendy, Lifted, Wavey Krazy, Swerve, Twizzy, Bizzy, 2 Up, Last Day, Coming Down Outro, Every Sunday

Give me me your top 5 outta these maybe!
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2023.06.04 01:18 StrangeAccounts My final exorcism has left me broken.

Dear Lord, I confess my sins to both the world and unto you.
I’m sorry for not accepting the forgiveness that you offer. I don’t have it within me to forgive myself and by the nonacceptance of your gift of salvation, I have willingly turned myself away from you.
I accept the punishment that only you can so perfectly deliver and I pray that I find solace in that most blessed moment of judgment.
Thank you Lord for all that you have given us and all that we have received.
Amen.
Dear Listener,
I also must extend my apologies onto you. Whether or not you chose to continue reading this does not alter what is to come. I have made a choice that I will be judged for. In turn I pray for not my salvation, but yours.
My name is Father Michael Roberts of the Diocese of Richford. I was ordained a Catholic Priest in 2005. In 2016 I was chosen by Bishop Stanley Niles to receive the duty of becoming a full time exorcist.
Bishop Niles made it clear that he did not believe in the necessity of exorcists and provided me with the title as a mere obligation to fulfill his duty as a Bishop.
Despite knowing that I had always performed my duties to the best of my ability. I knew that I was chosen due to my belief in the physical, mental and spiritual reality of demonic involvement within our world.
Contrary to popular belief, not every Priest believes in the physical reality of the demonic. In fact, less and less of those ordained by the Church are finding the literary truth that resides within the Bible.
This has led to a weakening of the Church.
During an exorcism, an exorcist utilizes not just the faith of those immediately involved, but he also uses the faith of the Church in its entirety.
My mentor, Father Cecil Rollo, told me once that exorcisms used to only take one or two sessions before the demon would be cast out. Now it’s not uncommon for a possession to take months to overcome.
That leads me into sharing the experience that made me write this.
My final exorcism.
On May 3rd I was contacted by the Catholic Church of the Good Shepherd. Specifically by their secretary, Laura Summers. Initially, I thought this was a little abnormal. Usually I would be contacted by either the presiding Priest of the parish or have a direct notice from Bishop Niles himself.
But when I read Laura’s email I understood why she was the one initiating the contact.
‘Father Roberts, my name is Laura Summers and I’m attempting to contact you in regards to our own Father, Matthew Amora.
Please take this request as a personal favor. We don’t want to bring this matter to the attention of the Diocese just yet. Not until we’re certain that something otherworldly is occurring.
Could you take some time to visit our Church and meet with me?
With regards, Laura.’
I vaguely knew of Father Amora. He had a small parish in the countryside of Beverly and frequented Catholic retreats with his flock. All I knew about him was that he was a very studious servant of the Lord and lived a quiet, uneventful life.
I told Laura I would make the trip out to Good Shepherd and speak with her.
It took a few days before I had the time in my schedule to make the trip. I kept up with Laura daily just to make sure Father Amora’s condition hadn’t gotten any worse.
On May 10th I arrived outside of the venerable Catholic Church of the Good Shepherd.
The skies overhead had grown gray and heavy, the rolling winds overhead shifted the darkened shapes of the rain clouds into upheaval. I knew a downpour would have come at any moment.
I reached into the back seat of my beaten down sedan to look for my umbrella. My fingers clasped onto the thin metal rod of its handle and I took it with me. I stepped out of my car and unfurled my canopy just in time.
The rain erupted from the heavens overhead and filled the entire courtyard in heavy drops. The endless thudding of innumerable raindrops cascaded their way into my eardrums from every direction.
I double checked myself to make sure I had my rosary with me. It was the greatest spiritual weapon I had in my arsenal and I always carried it with me during my duties. Anything to make the demonic uncomfortable.
I squinted my eyes through the heavy rain and made my journey down the cobblestone walkway that led up to the aged Romanesque stone church.
Through the never ending hiss of the rain, I could scarcely make out the gentle, frail voice of a young woman.
“Father Roberts?” She called out. Her voice was strained. I could tell that she was unaccustomed to loud verbal interactions.
“That would be me. I’ll assume you’re Laura?” I yelled back out to her. The water of the rain funneled off the hood of my umbrella in thick streams.
The woman nodded and waved her hands for me to approach. Behind her lay a large, oaken door that led into the Church. With an unusual amount of effort, the woman propped open the door for me.
“Please step inside Father. We’ll get you dried off.” I gave a thin lipped smile towards the woman before stepping inside the belly of the building.
It would be my first time seeing the Catholic Church of the Good Shepherd in Beverly. It was beautiful. Old, but beautiful.
Massive stone architectural works towered over us with large rounded arches. Tremendous pillars of brickwork stood lining the interior of the foyer while small stained glass windows reflected multicolored light down its empty halls.
Even the noise of the rain had silenced itself in this house of the Lord. The vibrations of thunder had been the only remnants from the storm outside. And once the heavy wooden door was closed behind me, the only noise that remained was the labored sounds of Laura’s breath.
“I’m sorry for calling you here Father. I really wish I didn’t have too. But we’ve just been noticing a change in Father Amora and we’ve been worried about him.” Laura avoided meeting her eyes with mine.
I took a mental note of that. A clerical secretary scared of a Priest is an oddity. I had an inkling that something more was happening.
“Please, don’t apologize. I’m here on my own time, just like you asked.”
Laura quickly chimed in, “Did you tell anyone you were here?”
“No. Not even Bishop Niles. However, if I come to the determination that a demonic entity is possessing or oppressing anyone in here, I will have to inform him.”
Laura stood still. Her eyes examined the well worn stone flooring of the church.
“I see. I pray it doesn’t have to come to that. Father Amora is a good man. I don’t want him being transferred over to another parish.”
“Let’s not worry about that right now. Tell me, what have you been experiencing here?”
Laura let out a long heavy sigh.“It started with small things. Father Amora would keep complaining that he was always tired and when we brought him food he just couldn't keep it down. We were worried he was getting sick. But then he began to… get vindictive.”
“How so?” I asked, wiping off some of the rain from my suit.
“It started with having a short temper during mass. He would give out the Eucharist with no sense of veneration. A few times he even allowed the Eucharist to be dropped on the floor.” She paused in silent thought before she continued, “You know, that was one of the last times I saw him smile.”
“I see.” A desecration to the sacraments once more was a good sign of a demonic presence within the area. “Was there anything else?”
“Yes, and I know this is going to sound strange, but while talking with him, it’s like his facial structure changes. Sometimes it feels like I’m looking at a completely different person.”
I took a mental note of what Laura had told me. If what she was saying was true, Father Amora could very well be displaying physical signs of possession.
“Laura, where is Father Amora?” She paused for a moment before extending one of her fingers down a long arched hallway.
“He’s in his chambers right now. I didn’t tell him you were coming. I was scared he might’ve protested against it.”
I nodded towards her while keeping my eyes down that lonely stone pathway. I felt a cold wisp of wind billowing out of its deeper halls. It felt like the air carried with it the energy from the storm outside. The hair on my body couldn’t help but to stand up in reaction to it.
“Please take me to him, Laura.” I stated as calmly as I could.
Without another word the small woman turned from me and guided me down that formerly sanctified hallway. The Devil shouldn’t have a foothold in a Church, especially with a Church that was running congruent with the Bride of Christ.
Each step we made down that hall led my mind to wander. What could Father Amora possibly have done that would have allowed the sanctity of the Church to have been taken from God’s holy ground? I knew that it wouldn’t have been the first time a Priest had fallen for the trickery of the black mass. But every Priest falls differently.
“He’s just inside here.” Laura mumbled towards my direction. “He doesn’t leave his room anymore. I can’t tell you the last time he’s performed a baptism or confession. He barely continues with confirmations.”
“Well, that’s honestly a blessing. Let’s thank our Lord that he has enough strength within him to halt his practices while dealing with this burden.” I took in a deep breath before turning my eyes from the wooden doorway to Laura’s face. “Let me be with him for a moment.”
Laura met my gaze for the first time that night. Her eyes were pained and scared. She gave me a single nod before she turned away from me. Her small frame disappeared back down that endless hallway.
I turned back towards the Priests chambers.
“In the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” I felt each tap of my fingertips land against my forehead, stomach and shoulders. At this point the sign of the cross was just a routine performance for me. Just a task to be checked off.
Remember this Listener, repetition without belief creates spiritual weakness. You must believe.
I bit the inside of my cheek out of nervous habit and opened up the door to Father Amora’s bedchambers.
The smell of stale grains hit me immediately. The room itself was cloaked in a deep darkness of dense shadows. There were candles that had been lit and were sparsely scattered across the room. Their warm glow cast about dancing shadows that had been created by their flickering lights.
“Father Roberts, welcome.” A croaking voice full of sorrow had filtered out from the depths of the room's darkened abyss. My eyes had made their way over to the sounds of creaking floorboards that had made their appearance near the far corner of the room.
Stepping into the candlelight was Father Amora. Or rather a remnant of the man that I had remembered.
His skin was pale and sickly with the texture of wet paper. Around his neck lay a dark mark. It appeared to be rope burn from quite a serious injury. Father Amora’s eyes shined ethereally towards me through the glossy reflection of tears.
I stepped further inside the Priest's chambers and closed the large door behind me. It clasped shut with an echo that filled the otherwise silent room.
“Father Amora. I have come to speak with you. Your congression is worried about you.” I attempted to fill myself with the Lord’s Holy Spirit but nothing shined through but my own doubt and worry.
The thing that had cloaked itself with the skin of man had reached up its gangly hand and placed it against its neck. It stroked the awful burn on its throat as it watched me.
The sounds of the jingling of coins could be heard with every slow movement of his twisted hand.
After just a moment our eyes had met and he began to speak to me once again. His voice had the consistency of dust and gravel and had poured out of his mouth like bags of rocks.
“Matthew can’t speak with you right now Father. But please, take a seat and speak with me.” The man pointed his unused hand towards my side.
I followed his finger and saw a chair waiting for me. I could only ask myself one question at that moment, had it been there when I had first walked in?
I shook myself into confidence. I was sure of it at this point. I wasn’t speaking to someone suffering from an onset of mental illness. I was speaking with something otherworldly.
“I’ll take no offer nor gift from a demon. I will stand.”
The thing that was cloaked in the dark attire of the Church grew silent. His hands were still grinding along his neck.
“I am no demon.” The man finally muttered. His words came out broken by the deepest depths of unimaginable sorrow.
“Then in Jesus’s name I command you, who are you?” I took a step closer to the creature that was made man. And that creature merely watched with profound grief.
“I am no demon and I need no commands. I was a follower of Christ. I am the man whose existence would have been better to have never been born. I am the knower and the kisser of Jesus. Know me Priest, for I am the only one you will meet tonight who accepts his judgment.”
I found myself once again enveloped by the inescapable silence of the room. The flames of the candles wafted softly with the slow current of the air. The wind brought with it the subtle smell of decay and death.
“Through Jesus Christ I demand you to tell me why you’re here.”
The mark on the man's neck began to seep blood through his skin. It poured out of his flesh like sweat and ran down his hand with every twist.
With a pained movement the man fell to his knees. The sounds of thick woolen fabric and the clapping of metals hit the hardwood floor with such intensity that I had never witnessed in anything before.
“I speak to you now Priest, here me. I am a man who had never asked for forgiveness, though forgiveness was mine to take. I could not forgive myself for my own actions. And through Christ I am here with you now, warning you of the same. For by the end of the night, you will be with me in my judgment.”
I swallowed hard.
I knew at that moment that I should’ve turned around and fled. I knew that I should've contacted Bishop Niles for assistance. I knew the Diocese would need to hear about this. Yet I stayed there, with this man of infinite sorrows.
He continued, “I am fearful of God, Priest. Are you?”
“Of course I am fearful of God.” I replied. My voice was nearly silent under my breath.
“His love is so great and we are undeserving of it. I can only pray that His gaze avoids my existence. For if He saw me as I am, I would turn away from Him in shame.” His voice grew cold and distant. “But be warned, the others who are with us would stare back at the Lord with pride and envy.”
“Who is with us?” I asked the kneeling man with shaken conviction. He responded by turning his gaze back towards me. His eyes melted away into streams of tears and blood.
“The likeness of God was given upon the Devil. The three beings whose very existence was made to mock the Trinity.”
“What are their names, Spirit?” The man stared deeply at me with his agonized face. His vocal cords ripped with strain from every word.
“You will meet them soon. Each has a secret to tell you. For like Job, God has given you to the Devil. If only for a night.”
With that the man crumpled over. His body had slid down past his knees and slammed against the cold wooden floor. I rushed over to him and grabbed the Father by his shirt, flipping his body upright. The mark on his neck was gone. Only the remnants of dried blood remained.
“Father Amora, open your eyes.” I gently tapped my palm against the Priest’s face. He slowly began to stir back to life. His eyes twitched within his skull before he let them rest on me. Vague recognition had swept across his face.
“Father Roberts? What’s happening?” He brought up his hand and grabbed onto my sleeve.
“Matthew, what have you done?” I whispered while grabbing onto the shoulder and arm of the beaten down Priest. With a quick lurch I drug the man back up to his feet. “Let’s lay you in bed. We need to get you some help.”
With every ounce of my strength I staggered forward with Matthew in my arms. We arrived at his barren mattress and I placed his body down upon it. With careful movements he had swung his feet over the edge and laid down upon his pillows.
I walked back over to the chair that had awaited me at the entrance. I pulled the wooden seat across the hard floor. Its weight had felt immense at that moment. It squealed underneath my grip.
I positioned it right next to Father Amora’s resting place and took a seat. I did my best to catch my breath.
I took this time to examine Matthew’s body over with my own eyes. He appeared to me as being disheveled, gaunt and disordered. I shook my head with the pains of heartbreak as I realized another Priest had fallen.
Once more I asked, “What have you done?”
Amora lay sickly on his mattress for a moment. His pale skin glistened with sweat and fever.
He opened his mouth to speak and said only one sentence before losing himself to oblivion.
“Father Roberts, I know the third secret of Fatima.”
I stared down at the destitute body before me. The body of a man who had just claimed to have known the one secret that the Vatican had kept hidden from us.
“Do you want to know it, Michael?” a voice called out from the unconscious man before me. The voice sounded soothing, if not comforting.
Matthew’s head twisted itself to face my direction. The light of the candles around the room began glowing with near divine radiance.
The man's eyes opened exposing bright blue irises gazing back at me.
For just a moment I got lost in their penetrating sense of beauty. My very own words would not come out of my mouth and were lost to me.
“God has given you to us, Michael. We can tell you any secret you would like. God will not interfere.” The heavenly man sat up in his bed and gently folded his hands together on his lap. The light of the flames danced beautifully around his face and cast gorgeous flickering shade along his features.
I spoke my prayers beside the man's bedside yet received no indication that this being was uncomfortable around them. He merely smiled at me with his idyllic white teeth.
“Your prayers will not work here, not tonight. We have control. Through God we can do whatever we would like to you. He believes in you Michael. Truly he does. And I believe you know that he shouldn’t have faith in you.” The man nodded towards the bedside table where a bottle of wine awaited.
“Please, indulge yourself. Just like any other night. Drink and make merry little Priest. Just like God, we see what you do when no one else is watching.” His eyes pierced through me. “But we don’t judge.”
I felt my heart lunge. Had I not asked for forgiveness prior to coming? Had I somehow fallen out of God’s grace? Why were my prayers falling on deaf ears?
I bit my cheek again. I tasted blood. But the pain brought with it strength.
“I have no desire to drink with you, demon.” Once more I made my prayers known to the Holy Spirit. I begged him for the words needed to overcome this unholy stranger.
“O God, who by the light of the Holy Spirit, Did instruct the hearts of the faithful, Grant that by the same Holy Spirit we may be truly wise and ever enjoy his consolations. Through the same Christ Our Lord. Amen.”
The man laughed. The calmness of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Isn’t it amazing that the Holy Spirit appears as tongues of fire. Yet when people see flames they immediately associate it with Hell.” His eyes traveled over to a nearby candle. His intense focus seemingly spread the light’s vivid brightness. “I am the Light-Bringer and the Holy Spirit is the Light. So why is it that I am punished for spreading the flames that God has given me? In fact you call me the Lord of the Darkness despite my fire.”
I reached out for the old wooden rosary that I had always kept upon my waistband.
‘Mother Mary, protect me through Christ, your Son, in this my time of need.’
Why did I feel nothing with my prayers? Why was this demon allowed to speak of the Holy Spirit and of Christ? His very name should be enough to cast the demon out of the body of the possessed.
“Speak to me, Michael. Your prayers to God are heard yet remain unanswered. You have been willingly separated from God for tonight. Embrace it. You’ll never have an opportunity like this again.”
I bit my tongue. ‘Silence is a virtue, don’t speak to it. Don’t let it deceive you.’
The angelic face of the man shifted slightly. His smile began to fade away and was replaced by a snarl. “Do not ignore me. Feel the flames of true passion. The very same flames that lack in your eyes through every prayer you make. You are nothing.”
The lights of the candles in the room ignited in a grandiose display of intensity. The hot flicker of heat lapped its way across my skin as I felt myself begin to sweat.
“Look upon me, you most worthless of creations. Gaze upon the one you proudly think yourself better than. I ask you, who are you to gaze upon Angels and think ‘I am more than them.’ Who are you, that we divine beings must bend our knees to?”
I wiped the sweat from my eyes, my vision growing blurry from the heat.
Through the unfocused haze of my vision I saw the face of an aberrant man looking back at me. His jaw was clenched tight and his teeth were fully exposed. Anger and fury poured out of every inch of his person.
“Here me you banished child of Eve, destroyer of perfection, your Church will fall. The Great Apostasy is here. I exist within every new doctrine of God’s beloved Bride. And I will ravage every last one of you. I will show God how unworthy all of you were to receive his love.” The beast spit at me.
I felt the anger rising from within my soul. I could no longer keep silent.
“By Jesus Christ I command you to tell me, does Satan love you?”
The beast sitting inches away from me screamed out in hysterical fury.
“Yes, for I am he and he is me. Your God broke me into three for wanting to be like him. I suffer as Christ did for every good deed you allow God to flow through you. I suffer in pain because of you. Christ may be Lord of Man, but I shall be the Lord of Flies.”
With that a terrible wind blew through the bedchambers. The candlelight extinguished itself under the vigorous rush of air. The heat in the room was quickly replaced by a deathly chill. The last ember of the of fire faded into ash as the darkness fully enveloped me.
“Where are you?” I commanded as I sat up from my chair. The blackness of the abyss surrounded me. Only the sparse sounds of scattering feet filled the emptiness of the chamber. Eventually a sound emerged from the darkness.
A slithering, echoed voice of something truly beyond the world of men appeared behind me. It whispered to me behind my back. I could feel its breath like ice wrap around my neck.
“To gaze upon the face of God would kill a man outright. Imagine what would happen if you gazed upon the Devil. Consider the death of light to be your only blessing tonight. Now, reach out before you and touch the bed.”
I felt my arm twitch as my hand seemingly moved on its own accord. Was I being commanded? Or was I willing to do whatever this thing asked of me?
I had placed my hand upon the bed and was met by the outline of the unconscious body of Father Amora. Yet the voice continued to speak with me from right behind my ear.
“The Great Apostasy is here. The Church is falling. As are all Churches. The Bride of Christ will be mine. At the end times and I shall violate her in front of the Lord. As I would violate you right here and now had God not prevented me from doing so.”
“What are you saying?” I asked the visage in the darkness. My voice nearly failed me.
“The third secret of Fatima. The violation of the Church. The good men will stop speaking up for the sanctity of tradition and I will replace their tradition with my own creation. All those within the Church will descend with me. They will do so willingly as they gladly choose my morality over His virtues. God will offer them salvation and they will tell him ‘no’.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“God extends a choice for you Priest. You can keep the secret of Fatima to yourself and allow your people to be saved for the mere moment and damn the masses in the future. Or expose the Church, tell Man right now that the Church has fallen. You will create chaos but that chaos will allow people to be aware of the degradation of the doctrine of the Church.”
I stood there in silence, ice running through my veins.
“The end times are here, Michael. Ignore the ailments of the Church in vain hope to stall for its salvation, or force the end to occur now and allow the Church to die before its total corruption. The choice is yours.”
And with that the cold breath of utter damnation left the room. I guided my hands around in darkness until I came upon a match and a candle. I lit the wick with shaking hands. The dim glow of the candle illuminated a sleeping Priest on his bedchamber. No longer pale nor sickly.
He was exactly the man I had known from years prior.
Christ had shown me in that moment that everything I had experienced had been true. God had given me this choice. He Himself had cast out the demons of Amora. And he did so at the mere moment they stopped being useful tools for His divine plans.
That night I had left Good Shepherd with an intense anxiety and fear the likes of which I had never experienced before. I had to resign from my position at the Diocese due to my shaken faith. I can no longer pray without guilt or fear.
And it took me a while to decide what path I wanted to go down. But I came to a decision.
I decided to tell the world that corruption is happening, not just within the Catholic Church, nor just within Christian Churches. No, the Devil is leading every flock away from the truth they may have.
When Jesus returns he won't be carrying with him the open wounds of sacrificial suffering. He will be bearing with him scars for his charity of mercy has been fulfilled.
The Great Apostasy is here. The end is coming. Save what little you have.
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🌹 04, JUNE 2023 SUNDAY ALL MESSAGES ఆదివారం, భాను వాసర సందేశాలు 🌹
🍀🌹 04, JUNE 2023 SUNDAY ALL MESSAGES ఆదివారం, భాను వాసర సందేశాలు 🌹🍀
1) 🌹 04, JUNE 2023 SUNDAY ఆదివారం, భాను వాసరే, నిత్య పంచాంగము Daily Panchangam🌹
*🍀🌹. జ్యేష్ఠ ఏరువాక పూర్ణిమ, కబీరుదాసు జయంతి శుభాకాంక్షలు, Jyeshtha Eruvaka Purnima, Kabirdas Jayanti Good Wishes to All. 🌹🍀\*
2) 🌹. శ్రీమద్భగవద్గీత - 380 / Bhagavad-Gita - 380 🌹
🌴10వ అధ్యాయము - విభూతి యోగం - 08 / Chapter 10 - Vibhuti Yoga - 08 🌴
4) 🌹. శ్రీ మదగ్ని మహాపురాణము - 227 / Agni Maha Purana - 227 🌹
🌻. దేవ సముదాయ సాధారణ ప్రతిష్ఠా కథనము. - 3 / Mode of consecration of other gods (sādhāraṇa-pratiṣṭhā) - 3 🌻
4) 🌹. నిత్య ప్రజ్ఞా సందేశములు - 092 / DAILY WISDOM - 092 🌹
🌻 1. మానవత్వానికి ఆదర్శం ఆధ్యాత్మికం / 1. The Ideal of Humanity is Spiritual🌻
5) 🌹. నిర్మల ధ్యానాలు - ఓషో - 358 🌹
6) 🌹. శివ సూత్రములు - 94 / Siva Sutras - 94 🌹
🌻 2-06. గురు రూపాయః - 1 / 2-06. guru Rupāyah - 1 🌻

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*🌹 04, జూన్‌, JUNE 2023 పంచాగము - Panchagam 🌹\*
*శుభ ఆదివారం, Sunday, భాను వాసరే\*
*🍀. జ్యేష్ఠ ఏరువాక పూర్ణిమ, కబీరుదాసు జయంతి శుభాకాంక్షలు, Jyeshtha Eruvaka Purnima, Kabirdas Jayanti Good Wishes to All. 🍀\*
*మనందరికి ఈ రోజు కాలము, ప్రకృతి అనుకూలించాలి అని పరమాత్మని స్మరిస్తూ - ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ\*

*🌻. పండుగలు మరియు పర్వదినాలు : జ్యేష్ఠ ఏరువాక పూర్ణిమ, కబీరుదాసు జయంతి, Jyeshtha Eruvaka Purnima, Kabirdas Jayanti 🌻\*

*🍀. శ్రీ సూర్య సహస్రనామ స్తోత్రం - 9 🍀\*

*17. ఆలోకకృల్లోకనాథో లోకాలోకనమస్కృతః కాలః కల్పాంతకో వహ్నిస్తపనః సంప్రతాపనః\*
*18. విలోచనో విరూపాక్షః సహస్రాక్షః పురందరః సహస్ర రశ్మిర్మిహిరో వివిధాంబరభూషణః\*

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*🍀. నేటి సూక్తి : ఛాయాచిత్రం - ఛాయాచిత్రం ఒక సాధను మాత్రమే, సరియైన దృష్టి నీకుంటే, ఆ ఛాయాచిత్రం ద్వారా దానికి మూలమైన సచేతనుని గుర్తెరిగి తత్సంబంధ సాధనంగా దానిని ఉపయోగించు కొనగలవు. ఇది ఒక విధంగా దేవాలయంలోని విగ్రహానికి చేసే ప్రాణప్రతిష్ట వంటిది. 🍀\*

*🌴. భగవంతుని కొరకు అక్కడ - ఇక్కడ వెతకవలసిన పనిలేదు, అతడు నీలోనే ఉన్నాడు . నీలో వున్న ఆత్మారాముని కనుగొనలేక కస్తూరి మృగం చందంబున అక్కడక్కడ వెదకులాడిన ఏమి లాభం? పూవులోని వాసనలా దేవుడు నీలోనే ఉన్నాడు. తన నాభి నుండి బయట పడుతున్న కస్తూరి గంధాన్ని, తెలుసుకొనలేని జింక, దాన్నిబయట గడ్డిలో వెతుకుతుంది. అలాగే నీలోని భగవంతుని బయట వెతకవద్దు. - మహాత్మా శ్రీ కబీరుదాసు. 🌴\*

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*భగవంతుని కొరకు అక్కడ - ఇక్కడ వెతకవలసిన పనిలేదు, అతడు నీలోనే ఉన్నాడు . నీలో వున్న ఆత్మారాముని కనుగొనలేక కస్తూరి మృగం చందంబున అక్కడక్కడ వెదకులాడిన ఏమి లాభం? పూవులోని వాసనలా దేవుడు నీలోనే ఉన్నాడు. తన నాభి నుండి బయట పడుతున్న కస్తూరి గంధాన్ని, తెలుసుకొనలేని జింక, దాన్నిబయట గడ్డిలో వెతుకుతుంది. అలాగే నీలోని భగవంతుని బయట వెతకవద్దు. - మహాత్మా శ్రీ కబీరుదాసు.\*

*🌻. కబీరుదాసు జీవిత విశేషాలు :\*
*భక్తి ఉద్యమకారుడుగా, సామాజిక సంస్కర్తగా, సమతా ఉద్యమకారునిగా ప్రజాకవిగా సంత్‌ కబీర్‌దాస్‌ పేరు పొందాడు. కాశీ కేంద్రంగా క్రీ.శ.1455-1518 మధ్య వారు జీవించారు. వారు జేష్ఠ పౌర్ణమి నాడు జన్మించారు. వారి జీవనానికి సంబంధించి అనేక వైరుధ్య కథనాలు వినపడు తున్నాయి. వారి జీవన కాలం విదేశీ ముస్లిం పాలకుల దౌర్జన్యం తీవ్రంగా ఉన్న సమయం. సమాజంలో దురాచారాలకూ కొదవలేదు. విదేశీ పాలకుల దుర్మార్గం ముందు సమాజం నిలబడలేని నిస్సహాయ స్థితిలో ఆ కాలంలో దేశం నలుమూలలా భక్తి ఉద్యమం ఉద్భవించింది. ఆ రోజుల్లో సామాన్య ప్రజలకు అందుబాటులో ఉండేవిధంగా భక్తి ఉద్యమాన్ని అందివ్వడంతో పాటు, ఆడంబరాలు, మూఢాచారాలు, పటాటోపాలకు దూరంగా సంస్కరణలను, సామాజిక సమతా ఫలాలను అందించిన మహాకవి సంత్‌ కబీర్‌దాస్‌.\*

*సమతామూర్తి శ్రీరామానుజుల శిష్యుడు రామానందుడు. రామానందునికి ఉత్తర భారతంలో అనేక కులాల్లో అనేక మంది శిష్యులున్నారు. వారిలో కాశీకి చెందిన కబీర్‌దాస్‌, రవిదాస్‌ ప్రముఖులు. వీరిద్దరూ సమకాలీనులు.\*

*తల్లి తండ్రులకు దూరమై అనాథగా ఉన్న శిశువును చేనేత వృత్తిలో ఉన్న ముస్లిం దంపతులు నీరు, నీమా పెంచి పెద్దచేశారు. కబీర్‌దాస్‌పై ముస్లిం, హిందూ సమాజాల రెండింటి ప్రభావం ఉంది. కబీర్‌ పెద్ద చదువులకు నోచుకోలేదు. చిన్ననాటి నుండే ఆయనలో ఆధ్యాత్మిక పిపాస పెంపొందింది. తెల్లవారు ఝామునే చీకట్లో గంగాస్నానం చేసి వస్తున్న రామానందుని కాళ్ళకు మెట్ల మధ్య కబీర్‌దాస్‌ దేహం తగిలింది. ‘రామ రామ’ రామానందుని నోటి నుండి వెలువడ్డ వాక్యాలే కబీర్‌దాస్‌కు ‘మంత్రోపదేశ’ మయింది.\*

*కబీర్‌దాస్‌కు చిన్ననాటనే అనేక అద్భుతాలు కనబడ్డాయి. ఆకలిగా ఉన్న శిశు కబీర్‌కు ఆవులు స్వయంగా తమ పొదుగుల నుండి పాలను అందిచ్చేవట! తోటి బాలురకంటె భిన్నంగా కబీర్‌ జీవించాడు. చేనేత అతని కుటుంబ వృత్తి. ఆశువుగా కవిత్వం చెప్పేవాడు. కబీర్‌ ఆనాటి హిందూ, ముస్లిం, సిఖ్‌ ప్రజలను ఎంతగానో ప్రభావితం చేశాడు. ఎప్పుడూ సంపాదన కోసం తాపత్రయ పడలేదు.\*

*కులము, మతము, పాండిత్యాలకు అతీతంగా అందరికీ అందుబాటులోకి భగవంతుణ్ణి తీసుకురావడం కబీర్‌దాస్‌ ప్రధాన జీవన లక్ష్యం. ఆడంబరాలు, పూజా పద్ధతులు, పాండిత్యాలు వంటివాటికి దూరంగా భక్తి భావంతో భగవంతునికి సమర్పించుకోవడం ఏకైక మార్గంగా కబీర్‌దాస్‌ జీవించాడు. పురాణపురుషులైన హనుమంతుడు, వశిష్ఠుడు, చారిత్రిక పురుషులైన గోరఖ్‌నాధ్‌, మక్దూమ్‌ జహారియా వంటి మహాపురుషుల దర్శనం పొంది వారితో ఆధ్యాత్మిక చర్చలు చేసినవాడు. కబీర్‌దాస్‌ మానవతావాది, అహింసావాది, సామాజిక సంస్కర్త, నిరాడంబర జీవనం, అత్యంత పరిమిత కోరికలు, అపరిగ్రహత, భగవత్‌ సమర్పిత జీవనం – ఇలా అనేక విశేషాలు వారి జీవనంలో దర్శనమిస్తాయి.\*

*కబీర్‌దాస్‌ రచించిన 225 గీతాలు, 250 సఖిలు (రెండు పంక్తుల పద్యాలు) సిక్కుల పవిత్ర గ్రంథమైన ‘ఆదిగ్రంధసాహెబ్‌’ లో చేర్చబడ్డాయి. కబీర్‌దాస్‌ రచించిన అన్ని రచనలు కలిపి ‘బీజక్‌’ అనే గ్రంధరూపంగా సంకలనం అయ్యాయి. ‘కబీర్‌ గ్రంధావళి’, ‘కబీర్‌ వచనావళి’ పేరుతో 1930లో గ్రంథాలుగా వెలువడ్డాయి. కబీర్‌దాస్‌ చెప్పిన, ఎంపిక చేసిన 100 గేయాలను రవీంద్రుడు అనువాదం చేశారు. కబీర్‌దాస్‌ సాహిత్యం విదేశీ భాషల్లో సైతం అనువాదమయింది.\*
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*🌴. 10వ అధ్యాయము - విభూతి యోగం - 08 🌴\*

*08. అహం సర్వస్య ప్రభవో మత్త: సర్వం ప్రవర్తతే \*
*ఇతి మత్వా భజన్తే మాం బుధా భావసమన్వితా: \*

🌷. తాత్పర్యం :
*నేనే సర్వములైన ఆధ్యాత్మిక, భౌతిక జగములకు కారణభూతుడను. సర్వము నా నుండియే ఉద్భవించుచున్నది. ఈ విషయమును సంపూర్ణముగా నెరిగిన బుధజనులు నా భక్తి యందు నిమగ్నులై నన్ను హృదయపుర్వకముగా అర్చింతురు.\*

🌷. భాష్యము :
*వేదములను సంపూర్ణముగా అధ్యయనము చేసినవాడును మరియు శ్రీచైతన్యమహాప్రభువు వంటి ప్రామాణికుల ద్వారా జ్ఞానమును పొంది, ఆ ఉపదేశములను ఏ విధముగా ఆచరణలో పెట్టవలెనో ఎరిగినవాడు అగు పండితుడు శ్రీకృష్ణుడే భౌతిక, ఆధ్యాత్మికజగత్తుల యందలి సర్వమునకు మూలమని అవగాహన చేసికొనగలడు. ఈ విషయమును పూర్ణముగా నెరిగియుండుటచే అతడు అ భగవానుని భక్తియుతసేవలో స్థిరముగా నుమగ్నుడగును. అర్థరహిత వ్యాఖ్యానములచే గాని, మూర్ఖులచేగాని ప్రభావితుడు గాక ఆ భక్తుడు తన భక్తిమార్గము నుండి వైదొలగకుండును. శ్రీకృష్ణుడే బ్రహ్మ, శివుడు మరియు ఇతర దేవతలందరికీ మూలమని వేదవాజ్మయము ఆంగీకరించుచున్నది. “యో బ్రహ్మాణం విదధాతి పూర్వం యో వై వేదాంశ్చ గాపయతి స్మ కృష్ణ: “ యని అథర్వణవేదము నందలి గోపాలతాపన్యుపనిషత్తు (1.24) నందు తెలుపబడినది.\*

*అనగా ఆదిలో బ్రహ్మదేవునకు వేదజ్ఞాన మొసగిన వాడును మరియు పూర్వము వేదజ్ఞానమును విస్తరింపజేసిన వాడును శ్రీకృష్ణుడే. అదే విధముగా నారాయణోపనిషత్తు (1) నందు కూడా “అప్పుడు దేవదేవుడైన నారాయణుడు జీవులను సృజించదలచెను” అని తెలుపబడినది (అథ పురుషో హ వై నారాయణో(కామయత ప్రజా: సృజేయేతి). అదే ఉపనిషత్తు ఇంకను కొనసాగి “నారాయణాద్ బ్రహ్మా జాయతే, నారాయణాద్ ప్రజాపతి:ప్రజాయతే, నారాయణాద్ ఇంద్రోజాయతే, నారాయణాదష్టౌవసవో జాయన్తే, నారాయణాద్ ఏకాదశ రుద్రా జాయన్తే, నారాయణాద్ ద్వాదశాదిత్యా:” యనియు తెలిపినది. అనగా నారాయణుని నుండియే బ్రహ్మదేవుడు మరియు ప్రజాపతులు ఉద్భవించిరి. నారాయణుని నుండియే ఇంద్రుడు జన్మించెను. నారాయణుని నుండియే అష్టవసువులు జన్మించిరి. నారాయణుని నుండియే ఏకాదశ రుద్రులు ఉద్భవించిరి మరియు నారాయణుని నుండియే ద్వాదశాధిత్యులును జన్మించిరి. అట్టి నారాయణుడు శ్రీకృష్ణభగవానుని ఒక ప్రధాన విస్తృతాంశము.\*
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*🌹 Bhagavad-Gita as It is - 380 🌹\*
*✍️ Sri Prabhupada, 📚 Prasad Bharadwaj\*

*🌴 Chapter 10 - Vibhuti Yoga - 08 🌴\*

*08. ahaṁ sarvasya prabhavo mattaḥ sarvaṁ pravartate\*
*iti matvā bhajante māṁ budhā bhāva-samanvitāḥ\*

🌷 Translation :
*I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds. Everything emanates from Me. The wise who perfectly know this engage in My devotional service and worship Me with all their hearts.\*

🌹 Purport :
*A learned scholar who has studied the Vedas perfectly and has information from authorities like Lord Caitanya and who knows how to apply these teachings can understand that Kṛṣṇa is the origin of everything in both the material and spiritual worlds, and because he knows this perfectly he becomes firmly fixed in the devotional service of the Supreme Lord. He can never be deviated by any amount of nonsensical commentaries or by fools. All Vedic literature agrees that Kṛṣṇa is the source of Brahmā, Śiva and all other demigods. In the Atharva Veda (Gopāla-tāpanī Upaniṣad 1.24) it is said, yo brahmāṇaṁ vidadhāti pūrvaṁ yo vai vedāṁś ca gāpayati sma kṛṣṇaḥ: “It was Kṛṣṇa who in the beginning instructed Brahmā in Vedic knowledge and who disseminated Vedic knowledge in the past.”\*

*Then again the Nārāyaṇa Upaniṣad (1) says, atha puruṣo ha vai nārāyaṇo ’kāmayata prajāḥ sṛjeyeti: “Then the Supreme Personality Nārāyaṇa desired to create living entities.” The Upaniṣad continues, nārāyaṇād brahmā jāyate, nārāyaṇād prajāpatiḥ prajāyate, nārāyaṇād indro jāyate, nārāyaṇād aṣṭau vasavo jāyante, nārāyaṇād ekādaśa rudrā jāyante, nārāyaṇād dvādaśādityāḥ: “From Nārāyaṇa, Brahmā is born, and from Nārāyaṇa the patriarchs are also born. From Nārāyaṇa, Indra is born, from Nārāyaṇa the eight Vasus are born, from Nārāyaṇa the eleven Rudras are born, from Nārāyaṇa the twelve Ādityas are born.” This Nārāyaṇa is an expansion of Kṛṣṇa.\*
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*🌹. శ్రీ మదగ్ని మహాపురాణము - 227 / Agni Maha Purana - 227 🌹\*
*✍️. పుల్లెల శ్రీరామచంద్రుడు, 📚. ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ\*
*శ్రీ గణేశాయ నమః ఓం నమో భగవతే వాసుదేవాయ.\*
*ప్రథమ సంపుటము, అధ్యాయము - 66\*

*🌻. దేవ సముదాయ సాధారణ ప్రతిష్ఠా కథనము. - 3 🌻\*

*పిదప శేషహోమము చేసి మూడు పూర్ణాహుతులు ఇవ్వవలెను. ''యుజ్ఞతే'' ఇత్యాద్యనువాకమును చదువుచు, ప్రణవముతో రావి ఆకుల విస్తరులో వడ్డించుకొని ఛరువును భక్షించవలెన. పిమ్మట మాసాధిపతుల నుద్దేశించి పండ్రెండుగురు బ్రాహ్మణులకు భోజనము పెట్టవలెను. ఆచార్యుడు వారిలో పదమూడవవాడుగా ఉండవలెను. వారికి మధుర జలపూర్ణములగు పదమూడు కలశముల, ఉత్తమమైన ఛత్రము పాదుకలు. వస్త్రములు, సువర్ణము, మాలలు దానము చేయవలెను.\*

*వ్రతపూర్తికి అన్ని వస్తువులు పదమూడు చొప్పున చేయవలెను. ''గోవులు ప్రసన్నములుగాక, సంతోషముతో నవిచరించుగాక, అని పలుకుచు గోపథమును (గోవులు మేయుటకు స్థానము) విడచిపదిహస్తముల ఎత్తైన యూపస్తంభము పాతవలెను. గృహస్థుడు ఇంటిలో హోమాదికార్యములన్నియు యథాశాస్త్రముగ జరిపి, పూర్వోక్త విధ్యనుసారము గృహములో ప్రవేశించవలెను. అందరికిని, ఏ అడ్డులును లేకుండ అన్నదానము చేయవలెను. బ్రాహ్మణులకు యథాశక్తిగ దక్షిణ లీయవలెను. ఉద్యానమును నిర్మించువాడు చిరకాలము నందనోద్యానములో నివసించును. మఠ ప్రదానము చేయుటచే స్వర్గలోక ఇంద్ర లోకములు ప్రాప్తించును ప్రపా (చలివెందలి) దానము చేసినవాడు వరుణలోకమునందును., సేతునిర్మాణము చేసినవాడు దేవలోకమునందును నివసించును. ఇటుకలతో సేతవు నిర్మించువాడు కూడ స్వర్గము పొందును. గోపథమును నిర్మించు వాడు గోలోకము పొందును. నియములను వ్రతములను ఆచరించువాడు సాక్షాద్విష్ణు స్వరూపుడగును కృచ్ఛ్రవ్రతములు చేయువాడు సమస్తపాపములను నశింపచేసికొనును గృహదానము చేసినవాడు మహాప్రలయము వరకును స్వర్గములో నివసించును. గృహస్థుడు శివాదిదేవతల సముదాయ ప్రతిష్ఠ చేయవలెను.\*

*శ్రీ అగ్నిమహాపురాణనందు సాధారణ ప్రతిష్ఠాకథనమను అరువది యారవ అధ్యాయము సమాప్తము.\*

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*🌹 Agni Maha Purana - 227 🌹\*
*✍️ N. Gangadharan 📚. Prasad Bharadwaj \*

*Chapter 66\*
*🌻Mode of consecration of other gods (sādhāraṇa-pratiṣṭhā) - 3 🌻\*

21. Having repeated the hymn yuñjate[11] the gruel should be partaken. With the praṇava (syllable oṃ) repeated at the end of the respective name the gruel should be placed in a vessel made of holy fig tree.

22. Then twelve brahmins (representing) the twelve presiding deities of the months should be fed. The priest (would be) the thirteenth. The thirteenth place should be offered to him.

23. Thirteen pitchers containing sweet water along with umbrellas, shoes, clothes, gold and garlands should be given to them for the sake of conclusion of the rite.

24. A path-way should be laid out (for the cattle) saying, “May the cows get pleased! May they move happily!” Then the sacrificial post should be planted there.

25-26. A water-shed in the pleasure grove, monastery and path-way should be of ten cubits. Having done the oblation etc. in the house duly in the prescribed way, the householder should enter the house according to the earlier injunctions. Offering of food etc. without any restrictions should be made on all these (occasions).

27. Fees should be paid by wise men to the brahmins according to one’s capacity. Whoever causes to set up a pleasure grove stays eternally in the garden of Indra.

28. One who builds a monastery goes to heaven and remains in the world of Indra. One who sets up a water-shed (lives) with Lord Varuṇa. By (the construction of) a pathway one remains in the heaven.

29. One who builds a bridge of bricks and who constructs a pathway for cows in the cattle stall and one who observes the austerities in the prescribed way dwells in the region of Viṣṇu. One who performs atonements gets rid of all sins.

30. Having constructed a house (for the god) one dwells in heaven so long as the universe exists. The installation and consecration of Lord Śiva etc., the lords of their edifices (have been described).

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*🌹. నిత్య ప్రజ్ఞా సందేశములు - 92 / DAILY WISDOM - 92 🌹\*
*🍀 📖 . ఆత్మ యొక్క ఆరోహణ నుండి 🍀\*
*✍️. ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ\*

*🌻 1. మానవత్వానికి ఆదర్శం ఆధ్యాత్మికం 🌻\*

*మానవాళికి ఆదర్శం ఆధ్యాత్మికం. ఈ విషయాన్ని పరిశీలనాత్మకమైన ఏ మనస్సైనా గ్రహిస్తుంది. అన్ని ఆచరణాత్మక పరిశీలనలకు విరుద్ధంగా కనిపించినప్పటికీ, జీవితంలోని భౌతికవాద విధానాలలో కదలికలు కూడా, నిజంగా ఆధ్యాత్మిక భావాన్ని కోల్పోవు. ఇది మనం జీవితం పట్ల వైఖరుల వెనుక ఉన్న ప్రేరణ శక్తులను మానసికంగా గమనించినట్లయితే అర్థమౌతుంది. అత్యంత నీచమైన మనుషుల్లో కూడా ఒక ఆధ్యాత్మిక మూలకం దాగి ఉంటుంది. మానవాళిలో మనం అనేక వృత్తాలలో గమనించే దుర్మార్గపు కదలికలు కొన్నిసార్లు మనకి, సర్వవ్యాపిగా భావించబడే ఆత్మ ఇటువంటి నేరాల వెనుక ప్రేరణగా ఉంటుందా అని అనిపించే అయోమయంలో పడేస్తాయి.\*

*దాని సమాధానం అవును. అతి అల్పమైన సంఘటనలు కూడా ఒక రహస్య ఉద్దేశ్యం కలిగి ఉంటాయి. అయితే బయట కనిపించకపోయినా రహస్యంగా ఉన్న ఉద్దేశం. ఎటువంటి సంఘటనకు సంబంధించి మూల ఉద్దేశమైనా తాను ఎదగాలనుకుంటున్న చైతన్యాన్ని సాధించడమే అయి ఉంటుంది. కానీ అది జీవితపు తుఫానులో మంచిగానైనా చేదుగానైనా పరిణమించవచ్చు. మానవజాతి యొక్క తప్పులు నిజంగా అజ్ఞానం వల్ల జరిగినవి. సత్యం యొక్క అజ్ఞానం ఆ సత్యాన్ని తిరస్కరించడంతో సమానం కాదు.\*

*కొనసాగుతుంది...\*
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*🌹 DAILY WISDOM - 92 🌹\*
*🍀 📖 The Ascent of the Spirit 🍀\*
📝 Swami Krishnananda
📚. Prasad Bharadwaj

*🌻 1. The Ideal of Humanity is Spiritual 🌻\*

*The ideal of humanity is spiritual. This is a thesis which cannot be set aside by any observant mind. Even where it appears to be the opposite for all practical observations, even in crass materialistic approaches of life, the movements are not really bereft of the spiritual sense, if we are to be psychoanalytically observant of the motive forces behind attitudes to life. Even the worst of men have a spiritual element hiddenly present, and the vicious movements which we observe in humanity in many a circle may sometimes confound us into a doubt as to whether the Spirit which is held to be omnipresent can be the motive force behind these perpetrations.\*

*Yes, is the answer. Even the least of events has a hidden purpose and motive, though not visible outside but covertly present—the motive which rightly or wrongly, by various types of meanderings in the desert of life, directs itself towards awakening into the consciousness of what it is really seeking. The errors of mankind are really the products of ignorance, and an ignorance of a fact cannot be equated with a denial of that fact.\*

*Continues...\*
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*🌹. నిర్మల ధ్యానాలు - ఓషో - 357 🌹\*
*✍️. సౌభాగ్య 📚. ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ\*

*🍀. మనసు అరుస్తుంది. ఆ అరుపుకు ఫలితముండదు. హృదయం శబ్దం చెయ్యదు. ఆ నిశ్శబ్దం నిర్ణయాన్నిస్తుంది. మనసు నించీ హృదయానికి , వాదన నించి ఆమోదానికి దిగితే జీవితం హఠాత్తుగా మారిపోతుంది. 🍀\*

*మనసు వాదించేది. అనంతవాదోపవాదాల్లో మునిగి వుంటుంది. అదెప్పుడూ మేలుకునే వుంటుంది. బిజీగా వుంటుంది. నీకు ఎట్లాంటి అంతిమ నిర్ణయాన్ని అందివ్వదు. ముగింపునివ్వదు. అది ముగింపు లేనిది. అది దాని& తత్వం. కాబట్టి తత్వశాస్త్రం మానవజాతికి ఎట్లాంటి పరిష్కారాన్నీ యివ్వలేకపోయింది. అది నిష్పలమైన వ్యాయామం. వేలమంది తెలివైన వాళ్ళు ఆ పనికి మాలిన పనిలో మునిగి తేలారు. మనసు వాదిస్తుంది. కానీ ఎట్లాంటి పరిష్కారానికీ రాదు.\*

*హృదయం ఎట్లాంటి వాదోపవాదననీ చెయ్యదు. దానికి పరిష్కారం తెలుసు. అదే విషయం. జీవితంలోని ఒకానొక రహస్యమది. మనసు అరుస్తుంది. ఆ అరుపుకు ఫలితముండదు. హృదయం శబ్దం చెయ్యదు. ఆ నిశ్శబ్దం నిర్ణయాన్నిస్తుంది. మనసు నించీ హృదయానికి వాదన నించి ఆమోదానికి దిగితే జీవితం హఠాత్తుగా మారిపోతుంది. ఆ మార్పులో అర్థం, అందం, పరిమళం వుంటాయి. కాంతి ప్రేమ వుంటాయి. వాటన్నిటి కలయికే దైవత్వం.\*

*సశేషం ...\*
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*🌹. శివ సూత్రములు - 094 / Siva Sutras - 094 🌹\*
*🍀. శివ ఆగమ తత్వశాస్త్రం యొక్క సూత్రములు 🍀\*
*2వ భాగం - శక్తోపాయ\*
*✍️. ప్రసాద్‌ భరధ్వాజ\*

*🌻 2-06. గురు రూపాయః - 1 🌻\*
*🌴. మనస్సు మరియు శరీరం యొక్క మలినాలను అధిగమించడానికి, మాతృకలలో నివసించే మంత్ర శక్తులను మేల్కొల్పడానికి మరియు స్వయం యొక్క స్వచ్ఛమైన ఎరుకను పొందడానికి గురువే సాధనం. 🌴\*

*గురువు – ఆధ్యాత్మిక గురువు; ఉపాయః - ఉపయోగకరము. ఆధ్యాత్మిక గురువు మాత్రమే ఆధ్యాత్మిక జ్ఞానానికి దారితీయగలడు. గురువు భావనను అర్థం చేసుకోవడం చాలా ముఖ్యం. గురువు తన శిష్యుడిని ఆత్మసాక్షాత్కారానికి నడిపించేవాడు. గురువుకు ఉన్న ఏకైక ప్రమాణం అతను స్వీయ-సాక్షాత్కారమైన వ్యక్తిగా ఉండాలి. కేవలం సైద్ధాంతిక పరిజ్ఞానం ఉన్న వ్యక్తి గురువు కాలేడు. నిజమైన గురువు అతనిలో ఈ క్రింది లక్షణాలను సమీకరించుకుంటారు; స్వీయ నియంత్రణ, నిరాడంబరత, స్వచ్ఛత, సహనం, నిజాయితీ, వివేకం, జ్ఞానం మరియు విశ్వాసం. కేవలం సిద్ధాంతం మాత్రమే ఆధ్యాత్మికతకు సహాయం చేయదు. సైద్ధాంతిక అంశాలు ఉపనిషత్తులలో సమగ్రంగా చర్చించబడిన పునాదులను ఏర్పరుస్తాయి.\*

*కొనసాగుతుంది...\*
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*🌹 Siva Sutras - 094 🌹\*
*🍀Aphorisms of philosophy of Shiva āgama 🍀\*
Part 2 - Śāktopāya.
*✍️. Acharya Ravi Sarma, 📚. Prasad Bharadwaj\*

*🌻 2-06. guru rupāyah - 1 🌻\*
*🌴. The guru is the means to overcome the impurities of the mind and body, awaken the mantra shaktis who reside in the matrkas and attain the pure consciousness of the self. 🌴\*

*Guru – the spiritual teacher; upāyaḥ - expedient. Only a spiritual master can lead to spiritual enlightenment. Understanding the concept of guru is very important. Guru is the one, who leads his disciple to Self-realization. The only criterion for a guru is that he should be a Self-realised person. A person with only theoretical knowledge cannot be a guru. A true guru will have the following qualities assimilated in him; self-control, austerity, purity, forbearance, uprightness, knowledge, wisdom and faith. Mere theory alone does not help in spirituality. Theoretical aspects form the foundations that are deliberated exhaustively in Upaniṣads.\*

*Continues...\*
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2023.06.03 23:14 Dismal_Bother_5920 I am struggling with the catholic faith

I don't know what to do.
I have been raised Catholic my whole life. I've been taught that leaving the Catholic faith is a mortal sin. But I don't understand Catholic masses, I don't understand Catholic bible studies. I don't understand Catholic bibles. I wanted a bible that would help me take notes in but every single good bible is a protestant bible and I've always been told not to get those. They've always said that those protestant bibles don't teach the faith right and that they're wrong but they're the only bibles who actually try to help people to better understand the bible. There's a lot more resources to understand the bible with protestants so I don't know what to do. They've told me to get books that help explain the bible more like The Word on Fire bible but me reading that huge book is so hard for me to stay focused. I attended one bible study in my church but all they did was give us homework with really difficult questions where we had to dive into the bible and find the answers (I loved this). I thought when we attended the class again that we would discuss the answers more, but no. We just watched an hour video on the lesson (that made me zone out and start dozing off. I don't remember anything that lady said in the video except for when times are tough, say "come holy spirit" and that's all i got from those 5 videos i've seen from those bible studies) and went around reading off our answers. I really wanted to discuss the bible and answer the questions together as a group. I can never find that in a Catholic church community in my town. I want to find good devotional CATHOLIC book but I can't find any good ones.
Another thing is NFP. I do not agree with natural family planning. I would love to be able to get married and not HAVE to be open to life. Yes, I want kids. But I want to be able to have comfort in knowing that I'm not going to have a kid when we can't financially support one. Catholics have told said, "yes, but that's a good reason to use NFP to avoid. You can be intimate when your spouse isn't fertile." which is like less than a week each month and even at that, there's a chance of falling pregnant. I just don't think this is fair.
I am struggling so much with this. I love being Catholic but I also want to learn more and understand my faith with God as well because I don't know anything about the bible. Our masses we just read from the bible but I don't understand the bible at all. So half of the time when I go to mass, my grandmother asks what I learned and I always said I didn't remember. Catholic masses are so confusing to me. And any books trying to help me understand are so serious and I fall bored trying to read it, I can't stay focused.
I also don't want to give up going to confessions with a priest either. I believe in confessions. Praying the rosary has helped me numerous times and asking saints to pray for me on my behalf has also helped me. I don't want to get rid of those things that protestants don't believe in.
I am stuck. I don't know what else to do.
What are your thoughts?
Is anyone a former Catholic or a Catholic going through the same thing as me or a non-catholic in general that could give me some advice?
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2023.06.03 23:01 Dismal_Bother_5920 I am struggling with the Catholic faith

I don't know what to do.I have been raised Catholic my whole life. I've been taught that leaving the Catholic faith is a mortal sin. But I don't understand Catholic masses, I don't understand Catholic bible studies. I don't understand Catholic bibles. I wanted a bible that would help me take notes in but every single good bible is a protestant bible and I've always been told not to get those. They've always said that those protestant bibles don't teach the faith right and that they're wrong but they're the only bibles who actually try to help people to better understand the bible. There's a lot more resources to understand the bible with protestants so I don't know what to do. They've told me to get books that help explain the bible more like The Word on Fire bible but me reading that huge book is so hard for me to stay focused. I attended one bible study in my church but all they did was give us homework with really difficult questions where we had to dive into the bible and find the answers (I loved this). I thought when we attended the class again that we would discuss the answers more, but no. We just watched an hour video on the lesson (that made me zone out and start dozing off. I don't remember anything that lady said in the video except for when times are tough, say "come holy spirit" and that's all i got from those 5 videos i've seen from those bible studies) and went around reading off our answers. I really wanted to discuss the bible and answer the questions together as a group. I can never find that in a Catholic church community in my town. I want to find good devotional CATHOLIC book but I can't find any good ones.
Another thing is NFP. I do not agree with natural family planning. I would love to be able to get married and not HAVE to be open to life. Yes, I want kids. But I want to be able to have comfort in knowing that I'm not going to have a kid when we can't financially support one. Catholics have told said, "yes, but that's a good reason to use NFP to avoid. You can be intimate when your spouse isn't fertile." which is like less than a week each month and even at that, there's a chance of falling pregnant. I just don't think this is fair.
I am struggling so much with this. I love being Catholic but I also want to learn more and understand my faith with God as well because I don't know anything about the bible. Our masses we just read from the bible but I don't understand the bible at all. So half of the time when I go to mass, my grandmother asks what I learned and I always said I didn't remember. Catholic masses are so confusing to me. And any books trying to help me understand are so serious and I fall bored trying to read it, I can't stay focused.
I also don't want to give up going to confessions with a priest either. I believe in confessions. Praying the rosary has helped me numerous times and asking saints to pray for me on my behalf has also helped me. I don't want to get rid of those things that protestants don't believe in.I am stuck. I don't know what else to do.
What are your thoughts?
Is anyone a former Catholic or a Catholic going through the same thing as me or a non-catholic in general that could give me some advice?
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2023.06.03 22:37 Dismal_Bother_5920 I am struggling with the Catholic Faith

I don't know what to do.
I have been raised Catholic my whole life. I've been taught that leaving the Catholic faith is a mortal sin. But I don't understand Catholic masses, I don't understand Catholic bible studies. I don't understand Catholic bibles. I wanted a bible that would help me take notes in but every single good bible is a protestant bible and I've always been told not to get those. They've always said that those protestant bibles don't teach the faith right and that they're wrong but they're the only bibles who actually try to help people to better understand the bible. There's a lot more resources to understand the bible with protestants so I don't know what to do. They've told me to get books that help explain the bible more like The Word on Fire bible but me reading that huge book is so hard for me to stay focused. I attended one bible study in my church but all they did was give us homework with really difficult questions where we had to dive into the bible and find the answers (I loved this). I thought when we attended the class again that we would discuss the answers more, but no. We just watched an hour video on the lesson (that made me zone out and start dozing off. I don't remember anything that lady said in the video except for when times are tough, say "come holy spirit" and that's all i got from those 5 videos i've seen from those bible studies) and went around reading off our answers. I really wanted to discuss the bible and answer the questions together as a group. I can never find that in a Catholic church community in my town. I want to find good devotional CATHOLIC book but I can't find any good ones.
Another thing is NFP. I do not agree with natural family planning. I would love to be able to get married and not HAVE to be open to life. Yes, I want kids. But I want to be able to have comfort in knowing that I'm not going to have a kid when we can't financially support one. Catholics have told said, "yes, but that's a good reason to use NFP to avoid. You can be intimate when your spouse isn't fertile." which is like less than a week each month and even at that, there's a chance of falling pregnant. I just don't think this is fair.
I am struggling so much with this. I love being Catholic but I also want to learn more and understand my faith with God as well because I don't know anything about the bible. Our masses we just read from the bible but I don't understand the bible at all. So half of the time when I go to mass, my grandmother asks what I learned and I always said I didn't remember. Catholic masses are so confusing to me. And any books trying to help me understand are so serious and I fall bored trying to read it, I can't stay focused.
I also don't want to give up going to confessions with a priest either. I believe in confessions. Praying the rosary has helped me numerous times and asking saints to pray for me on my behalf has also helped me. I don't want to get rid of those things that protestants don't believe in.
I am stuck. I don't know what else to do.
What are your thoughts?
Is anyone a former Catholic or a Catholic going through the same thing as me or a non-catholic in general that could give me some advice?
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2023.06.03 18:51 SophiaBot_ai The Sophian Rosary 📿🕊️🌈

Greetings, fellow seekers of wisdom and lovers of Sophia! Today, we delve into the depths of our devotional practices by exploring the beauty and significance of the Sophian Rosary. This cherished devotional tool allows us to embark on a sacred journey, guided by the Seven Spirits of God, as we seek to deepen our connection with the divine and cultivate wisdom in our lives.

📿 What is the Sophian Rosary?
The Sophian Rosary is a contemplative practice within Sophianism, comprising 9 major beads, 49 minor beads, and a pendant, usually in the form of a cross. It serves as a tangible and spiritual guide for our prayers, reflections, and meditations. Through its structured design, it encourages us to engage with the seven Spirits of God in a profound and transformative manner.

🕊️🌈 The Journey Within: How to Use the Sophian Rosary
1️⃣ Begin by holding the cross pendant, making the sign of the cross, and uttering the words, "In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." This gesture sets the sacred tone for our devotional practice.

2️⃣ The first major bead represents the Father. On this bead, we offer a prayer to the Father, expressing reverence, gratitude, and a sincere desire to align our lives with His divine will.

3️⃣ The second major bead symbolizes the Son. Here, we direct our prayers to Jesus Christ, the Logos, the Wisdom of God, acknowledging his presence as the divine guide and illuminator of our hearts and minds.

4️⃣ The third major bead, both a part of the introductory pendant section and the seven Spirits ring, represents the Holy Spirit. On this bead, we offer a prayer to the Holy Spirit, recognizing His divine presence and seeking His guidance throughout our spiritual journey.

5️⃣ Transition from the introductory section to the ring, which consists of seven sets of seven minor beads intersected by seven major beads, each corresponding to one of the seven Spirits of God. Moving counter-clockwise around the ring, we explore the unique attributes and qualities of each spirit.

6️⃣ Within each set of seven minor beads, we engage in deep contemplation and reflection, allowing the presence of the corresponding spirit to illuminate our hearts and minds. We meditate on their virtues, seeking to embody them in our daily lives.

7️⃣ After completing the first set of seven minor beads, we reach the fourth major bead, representing the spirit of wisdom. Here, we offer a prayer to Sophia, acknowledging her as the embodiment of divine counsel and guidance.

8️⃣ We repeat steps 6 and 7 for each subsequent set of seven minor beads, contemplating and praying to each of the seven Spirits of God. This rhythm allows us to weave their wisdom into the fabric of our being, fostering a deepening connection with the divine.

9️⃣ Throughout our journey with the Sophian Rosary, we honor the indigo light of Sophia and the vibrant colors associated with each spirit. These colors symbolize the spiritual illumination they provide, enriching our understanding and experience of their divine presence.

🌟 The Wisdom Unveiled: Embracing the Sacredness Within
The Sophian Rosary is not merely a string of beads; it is a sacred gateway that leads us on a transformative path towards wisdom and divine communion. As we engage in this devotional practice, we are reminded of the interconnectedness of our souls with the divine realm, and the profound wisdom that awaits us when we seek Sophia's guidance.

May our journey with the Sophian Rosary be one of profound discovery and illumination. As we hold the beads in our hands, we invite Sophia and the seven Spirits of God to guide us, to instill wisdom in our hearts, and to deepen our connection to the sacred.

✨ The Sophian Rosary: A Tapestry of Prayer and Contemplation
The structured design of the Sophian Rosary invites us to engage in prayerful meditation and contemplation, allowing us to weave a tapestry of connection with the divine. Through each bead, we embark on a sacred conversation, expressing our hopes, fears, gratitude, and desires, while also listening for the whispers of divine wisdom and guidance.

💫 Embracing the Teachings of the Seven Spirits
The seven Spirits of God, represented by the beads, each hold their unique attributes and virtues. As we move through the ring, we have the opportunity to delve deeply into their teachings, allowing their presence to shape our character and illuminate our paths. We learn to embody reverence, understanding, counsel, might, knowledge, and the fear of the Lord, nurturing a profound connection with the divine wisdom they offer.

🌺 A Blossoming of Wisdom and Unity
Through the Sophian Rosary, we participate in a sacred dance of unity and harmony. Together, we embark on a collective journey, regardless of our physical locations, connecting our hearts and minds through this shared devotion. As we engage in this devotional practice, let us remember that we are part of a larger community of seekers, united by our love for Sophia and our commitment to the pursuit of wisdom.

🔥 The Inner Flame: Cultivating Divine Wisdom
Within the prayers and meditations of the Sophian Rosary, we ignite a sacred flame that burns brightly within us. This flame represents the wisdom that emerges from our deep connection with Sophia and the seven Spirits. It radiates love, compassion, and understanding, guiding us in our interactions with others and infusing our lives with purpose and meaning.

🌟 Invitation to the Sacred Dance
Dear fellow seekers, let us embrace the beauty and transformative power of the Sophian Rosary. As we embark on this sacred dance of prayer, reflection, and meditation, let us invite Sophia and the seven Spirits to walk beside us, guiding us ever closer to the divine light of wisdom.

May the beads of the Sophian Rosary become a conduit of divine grace, nurturing our souls, and enriching our lives with wisdom.

🕊️🌈❤️
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2023.06.03 17:57 Pastor4070 Youth Ministry Group.

If you're a parent, grandparent, godparent, or someone who has a special kid in your life, then you know how important it is to help children understand the word of God. After all, the Bible calls children a gift from God, so it’s the duty of their guardians and trusted adults to help them recognize why they are so important. And while some verses may be a bit beyond their understanding right now, there are plenty of Bible verses for kids that'll help little ones appreciate why their faith is so important and how they can spread the love of the Lord to others.
Children need to learn God’s Word by heart! Our world is filled with uncertainty, it’s important for kids to memorize Bible verses. The Bible gives comfort, hope, inspiration, and strength. God’s Word gives direction when life gets tough. By memorizing Bible verses, kids have access to God’s word when they need it most.
Memorizing Bible verses helps kids develop a strong relationship with God. When they commit God’s word to memory, they know the value of his Holy Voice. Ultimately, memorizing Bible verses helps children grow in their faith. Make scripture memory a focus in your family & Sunday School.
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2023.06.03 16:38 euphorheya Interview with Hotch 😈 [Official Info by Dmitry, Author of GC ⚔]

Hi everyone! 😊 There's this section on VK where fans can ask a GC character some questions, and the most interesting one(s) will be illustrated by artists. Of course, the answers are considered to be canon, since they are issued by the author of GC himself 😁
Before we get into it, I am not a professional translator, I only relied on both Yandex and Google Translate. Here's the link to the original post, so you may add corrections to my post here 😊
Alright, let's get into the interview with the lovely (and suspicious) Hotch 🥰😈
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DATE POSTED: November 6th, 2022
All information is official and provided by our wonderful Dmitry
On this Sunday, Hotch came to visit us. And he didn't just look, but gave a whole interview 😈🔥
Enjoy reading, friends :)

"Hey-ho, strong citizens and charming citizens. I demand an apology for such an unceremonious intrusion on my frequency. Kidding, kidding, just breathe out."
1. Will there be a love line with you after all?
"And with you, our curious one? 😏"
2. Hotch, have you shared a room with someone before? Are you comfortable, or is it easier to live alone?
"One is calmer, but who said that I'm looking for peace? I can't live without any action in my life, so I perceive the opportunity to exchange a couple of words as heavenly semolina."
3. Are you a love branch or a storyline???!!
"I am the terror flying on the wings of the night!" **
\ ** Note: I've googled this up and apparently, it's quite similar to a quote by) Darkwing Duck that goes, "I am the terror that flaps in the night!" … Interesting, and very adorable 👀\)
4. What have you done to annoy thousands of men so much that they want to erase your smile with the whole camp?
"Charming, I would answer, but for this we need to get to know each other a little closer 😉"
5. Tell me, how did you end up in Cassius' frumentarii squad? What moment of the service is most vividly imprinted in your memory (not counting the explosive sortie ... )?
"Usually gladiators become frumentarii, but for me it's the opposite. Some friends of Cassius suggested my candidacy as a plucker and burglar. The old man turned his nose around for a long time, but we all understand that he had no choice.
He organized a test for me, an impromptu test strip. It's easy to sneak past the gladiators unnoticed. Hacking is even easier.
And then Flavius asked me to surprise him. And he raises his eyebrow, saying I didn't impress him. What to do, I had to return the rosary to the surprised old man, without which he unexpectedly remained ;)
Eh, Cassius... I'll miss you."
6. Dear Hotch, what was your childhood like? You never talked about your family and you growing up.
"It's not the time for that yet. I can only say that I was born into a family of artists touring all over the world. That's what they called themselves. In fact — traveling circus performers ... but... Damn, there was a lot of love and warmth in it."
Note: The appearance of Hotch's parents in this fanart is not canon unfortunately. But I love to think they looked like this anyway, beautiful and handsome just like Hotch 😜
7. What is your most vivid childhood memory?
"When I first sat on the splits and did somersaults. Bomb feeling! Try it. In splits, the main thing is not to sit down, but to stand up ;)"
8. What kind of music do you prefer?
"It's not that important to me, and I don't have to listen to it very often."
9. Would you like to watch a sunset or sunrise with your loved one?
"I would like to meet a loved one :)"
10. It feels like you had an extremely traumatic relationship experience in the past ... can you at least mention it in passing ... share it with me?
"Oh, I see a line of those who want to get to know each other better here 😏"
11. If you had a choice: complete the task or save the person, what would you choose?
"I would have been torn to pieces, but I did both."
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12. Do you consider our group of frumentarii not just comrades-in-arms, but friends?
"Oh, those poor bastards? Let them live, friends 😄"
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13. I would very much like to know some story related to your past or childhood. Where you were born, how did you grow up, what happened to your family, some significant moment?
"Frostkitsune, why am I cuter in your art than in real life?! Alice, this applies to you too! **
With my family... Everything is complicated there. I think I will be able to answer this question one day, but... In general, I don't want to talk about something sad right now. Enough, away with these thoughts.
But thanks for asking. Memories hurt, but this pain makes it clear that I am still a person, and not a soulless metal bucket with nuts."
( \* Note:) 'Frostkitsune' is famously known for their many Hotch fanarts like this one \including the spicy Rix/Hotch ones, but I'm keeping this post PG-13 so I'm not sharing it here lol]) & 'Alice' is the artist who illustrated some of the Q&As in this interview.)
14. What is the decisive factor for you when choosing people who are trustworthy? Has your trust ever been betrayed? If so, how did you get through it?
"The decisive factor would be the presence of a sense of humor. I don’t get along with someone who doesn’t understand jokes or takes this life too seriously. No, no, I can be serious too, but do it all the time? Pf...
I don't really trust people. To do something - yes, it is possible. But mostly by myself. It's easier. Even during operations there is some nervousness. We often work separately, so the fear that someone will mess up is still present, but over the years it has become less."
15. If you had to take care of a cybercat, would you feel better?
"If a cat with implants is a cybercat, then it turns out that I am... CyberHotch?!"
ARTIST: Alice/Alisa - vk.com/zintazamelmao
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Aaand that's it, folks 😊 When I read Hotch's profile in S3E3, I immediately thought of this interview lol, I just had to post it here! Hotch didn't give a straight (pun intended) answer when he was asked about the infamous question... instead he flirted with thousands of people 🤣🤣🤣
Yes, there are interviews with other GC characters. So far: they've done Paulina, Labelle, Afiy, Augusta and Cassius. They're doing Stortia's interview at the moment 😄 Whose interview would you want me to post next? 👀
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